Making Tracks on the Ice

Over the weekend we visited Walden Pond. As I had hoped, it was frozen over. The Ranger told me the ice measured only 4 inches, and that it wasn’t safe to walk on – it being a very deep pond (102 feet). Nonetheless, there were quite a few people on the ice. We just braved the first couple of yards near the beach. Like the Ranger said: nothing had happened yet, but you could be the first to fall through. No thanks!

Frozen Walden Pond, Feb 2008 (c) Katrien Vander Straeten

As we approached we asked Amie where all the water had gone! She knew from reading Stella, Queen of the Snow.

Cover of Stella Queen of the Snow (c) Marie-Louise Gay

– Frozen!

We walked on it, tested the hardness, and made tracks in the snow. Listened to the frogs sleeping underneath the ice. She was all for walking across to the other side, and it took some persuading to get her off again.

Amie on Frozen Walden Pond, Feb 2008 (c) Katrien Vander Straeten

We also spotted deer tracks in the snow, and compared their to those of our tracks, explaining the difference by how our feet and shoes are shaped differently.

Lastly we visited the mock-up of Thoreau’s house and shook the bronze statue’s hand (very cold). Amie asked again, as she usually does when we visit Walden Pond:

– But where did Henry go?

– We don’t know. He’s dead. We don’t know where we go when we die.

I think Thoreau might have appreciated that answer.

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  1. Rhea, you’re a survivor!
    It was cold, but the thought of falling through, even just a foot deep near the beach, gave me extra shivers. I remembered that scene from The Omen, vol.27, when the kid falls through the ice and can’t find his way back to the opening. Then I shooed us all off the ice.

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