When Frank Loesser wrote that song in 1944 and received an Academy Award for Best Original Song in 1950, I don’t think he was referring to New England weather, but this past weekend it sure fit the bill.
Continuing a tradition from the late 1800’s, Squam Lake was the site of the annual ice harvest.
Utilizing a 100-year old circular saw, they produced more than 400,000 pounds of ice cut into 13-inch thick blocks weighing 120 pounds each.
Once cut, they were pulled toward a winch which hoisted them up onto a wooden ramp and into the back of a truck for transportation to two ice houses for storage where they can last until September 2015.
The majority of the ice is utilized for refrigerators at Rockywold Deephaven Camp, Squam Lake, in Holderness, NH. About 130-140 blocks are used by David C.C. White of Sandwich, NH, the homesteader pictured above, who lives off the grid and uses his for a year’s worth of refrigeration.
Why, you might ask? Tradition.
The ice fishermen are also out and about. Although I’ve never understood the desire to head out to the middle of a reservoir, set up camp, and light a fire while there is a ‘lot’ of running water beneath your feet, they do grab my attention every time. I admire their grit and determination.
The photos below were taken Sunday morning while a light freezing mist was falling. The circle on the left photo points out how far out this group was on the ice, and it also shows the water spilling over the falls.
Ice for refrigeration? No thank you, I’ll keep my side by side with filtered water and ice maker plugged in. Ice fishing? Again, no thanks, I’ll pick my fresh fish up at a local fish market.
Right now what I want is sun and temperatures in the double digits without a minus sign in front of them because baby it’s really cold outside. 🙂