Growing up in south-central Pennsylvania, usually once or twice a winter the farm ponds would freeze hard enough to ice skate. Although I never was great at skating, it was fun to glide around on a cold winter’s day or evening. My husband, having grown up in Ontario, is a good skater and was used to playing ice hockey every winter. Our children, who have spent most of their childhoods in southeastern Kentucky, had never experienced ice skating. So after a week of freezing temperatures, when my husband announced that the camp pond was frozen, we were excited to slide around on the ice.
At our home in town, the dusting of snow was gone; but as we drove up the mountain, there was still enough snow to make the trail and hillsides look pretty.
While my husband has skates, the rest of us slid in our boots which wasn’t the easiest since the pond was snow-covered. Then we got the idea to push each other around on a chair.
Even I took a turn!
After their dad was finished skating, the older three kids took a turn with the skates. While the skates were a bit big, they got the idea. They all enjoyed hitting the puck around for a quick game of hockey.
Our oldest declared that we all need to get skates for next year. This is only the second time in the ten years we have lived in this region that we have had enough days of freezing weather for the ponds to be safe, but I’m glad we got to enjoy one day of skating this year.
Driving down the mountain, the icicles hanging from the rocks were a beautiful sight to behold.
Even though the cold has been bitter, there has been beauty and fun to be had.