Susan C. Anthony

The lake in late fallThe Lake Sings

October 8 - 11, 1998

In October, we heard the lake freeze. When we arrived, there was open water, with dozens of tundra and trumpeter swans massing for the flight south. Then it froze, singing eerie whale songs as cracks snaked across the lake. We walked on 2" of smooth, clear ice along the shore. Muskrats swam right below our feet and hundreds of burbot wiggled in the sand. We saw a huge school of whitefish in the creek. The ice was a window to a different world.

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Source:, ┬ęSusan C. Anthony