A cold but-not-too-cold twenty degree winter’s day on Little Lake, the sister lake of Lake Saint Catherine, is where we spent the morning skating. Brilliant blue skies and protected from the winds by neighboring mountains transformed the morning into a Currier and Ives moment. Ice fishermen and two distance groups of skaters discovered what we discovered on this magical day in Vermont — peace and tranquility in this surreal setting far, far away.
A quarter mile from shore we skated up to meet the two fishermen – a father teaching his boy to fish just as his father taught him years ago. “Back in 1947 my father caught a Northern Pike that measured forty inches”, the father said. He didn’t say much about his current take, but I’m guessing that it didn’t quite measure up to that day seventy years ago! Still though, a good story…
We met the other skaters – one with ski poles and two others with some kind of Norwegian skates that I’d never seen before; almost like speed skates with ski boots. We were the only ones with hockey skates and sticks chasing after missed passes that required retrieval a hundred yards down ice. I almost preferred to miss the pass – the morning was exhilarating and something I haven’t done in fifty years!
Every day is an adventure at Pond Mountain Inn here in Vermont – waking up planning to do one thing only to find yourself skating on a lake trying to recreate what once was….