February 4th, 2007

Spent a nice day visiting and remembering so many things. The pond has been frozen almost a month, with a brief, partial thaw a couple weeks ago.  I find myself worrying about the fish…  in some small bodies of water you hear the term “winterkill” where fish die because of a thick ice and snow cover preventing gaseous exchange, sunlight penetration and decreasing available dissolved oxygen.  I tried to “cut a hole” in the ice with a pick… Ha!  No way… I was able to pry a few small slabs off the shoreline, but that’s about it. 

The ice is almost 3 inches thick now.    Last year I stocked quite a few bass, sunfish and minnows for forage food.  Mom assures me they had many periods of heavy ice when they lived here over the years, and there never was a problem.  The pond is almost 25 feet deep in some places, which helps with an average depth of 8-11 feet, and providing enough space and dissolved oxygen capacity to carry the fish through these periods.  It was nice being outside however, even with the cold.  Within 20 minutes of chipping away the ice, the pond was already freezing over again. 

 The sun was setting through the trees to the west, and I remembered a picture my father took just over two years ago.  Perhaps not so very different since even Daniel Boone walked among the same forests two-hundred years ago. Yet the pictures brought to mind the joy of other shared times in the past, and the continuity of life, even with death. 

Winter Sunset at Fox Haven


Sun setting to the west at Fox Haven. Taken by Dad, January 16th, 2005.

Two years ago today (when this post was written) Dad moved on to a higher place, and we remember the joy of our time with him. Even with that change there is continuity among us. The trees are here… even the snow is here today and the same hills and views present themselves with the same setting sun. The continuity of our shared lives is a much greater constant than perceived differences or change, even through memories. Fox Haven has not really changed… our experience may be different in many ways, and yet too, the same.

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