It finally feels like spring on the Riding Mountains. Clear Lake ice is melting.
At the Spruces picnic site today, I heard that sound that I love in the spring, that is so rare because it is so short-lived – the tinkle of ice (full of holes and crumbly) as the edges of small ice pans rub against each other. Tomorrow, I look forward to golfing. The greens at Clear Lake Golf Course are already in great condition – they wintered well.