Trail Wood March 2nd by Ear Plato
We revisit Trail Wood and Edwin Teale and the next day- March 3rd.
“ Where a stand of staghorn sumac once grew at the edge of Wild Apple Glade, only the silvered trunks and branches now remain. They lie fallen, jumbled together like discarded and weathered antlers.”
Writer’s note: The following Teale offering conjures up old memories - ice fishing on Lake Erie. Sounds - would be ominous sounds and groans
“ Last night the temperature dropped to zero. Already on this morning of sunshine it has risen to 22 degrees. I assume this sudden change, accentuating the tensions inherent in the ice is responsible for the dull cannonading I hear.”
Writer’s note: How do you describe those noises of ice contracting on Lake Erie? Scary? Yes. This past weekend. February 7, 2009 over a 100 American ice fishermen had to be rescued off a broken away ice floe in Lake Erie. I have experienced something similar. Going out a small crack and accompanying “wonk” sounds of ice movements. Coming in the crack had opened up to several feet. What to do? Walk eastwards toward Buffalo, New York a few miles. Pull your ice sled over the ice mounds and come ashore safely. All that time we heard the thundering sounds of ice contracting.
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