I was loading in groceries Friday evening when I heard the
telltale sound of a motorboat gunning on Loveless Lake. I ran down the hill,
and there they were: A couple of bundled
up guys in a boat, and a third in the water who’d just popped up on a slalom
ski.
Hard core. The air temp was 52 according to my company-issued smart phone, and official ice out was just three weeks ago, on April 27. It’s a good bet this wasn’t their first time out.
With this glacially slow unfolding of “spring” in the North Country, most of the trees have yet to leaf out, and not a single fiddlehead has popped up around my fern-loving lot. Yet the lake is plenty active. In my first half hour, I saw a loon make a splash landing, a heron take flight low and slow, and one of our awesome eagles fly right up against my tree line.
In the words of our late friend and Loveless Lake champion, Lane Burke, “It’s always nice at the lake.”
Hard core. The air temp was 52 according to my company-issued smart phone, and official ice out was just three weeks ago, on April 27. It’s a good bet this wasn’t their first time out.
With this glacially slow unfolding of “spring” in the North Country, most of the trees have yet to leaf out, and not a single fiddlehead has popped up around my fern-loving lot. Yet the lake is plenty active. In my first half hour, I saw a loon make a splash landing, a heron take flight low and slow, and one of our awesome eagles fly right up against my tree line.
In the words of our late friend and Loveless Lake champion, Lane Burke, “It’s always nice at the lake.”
