Skating on air
It was two weeks ago that grandson Bob called to tell me something about our farm pond, but his words made no sense. “What do you mean, ‘collapsed’?” I said. “The ice collapsed. It’s laying on the bottom of the pond.” “What happened to the water?” “I don’t know. Gone.” When I got there I saw the pond had become a giant bowl of ice, and Bob was ice skating around on the bottom of it. Fissures showed around the edges and through the center of the upper pond where it was shallow, but a large area of thick ice in the center, thickest we have ever seen, had ...