"Hey Doug, are you sure we're still in Montana and not the Artic?" I'll tell you what after the subzero temperatures we'd had for a couple of weeks I could understand anyone's confusion. Flathead Lake seemed to cooperate by being calm long enough for ice to form.
When the temperature warmed up a bit, and the lake started to get rough, a large ice sheet broke off in the larger bay next to us. This ice sheet floated in and collided with the ice that had formed in the bay where Grandma lives. 
As the lake got rough the waves pushed more ice into the bay. For awhile the waves were actually moving under the ice; like when you move your leg under the bed covers. The ice started breaking up like pieces of broken plate glass as the ice sheet was rammed up against the shore.
Everyone, including Daisy, was fascinated by the sounds coming from everywhere. As the ice snapped and cracked it sounded like one of those bamboo wind chimes, a really big wind chime. It was really something to see and hear. 
It's not unusual in the winter to have broken ice piled up on the shore by the waves. But instead of looking like regular broken window glass this looked like two to four inch thick bullet proof glass.
"No, you dumb dog, you can't go wading today and that's final." Daisy kept trying to get at the ice chunks and even pulled ashore a two inch thick piece that must have weighed 10 or 12 pounds. I wouldn't let her get to close because the ice chunks were big and moving. She could've got her feet caught between two pieces and been seriously injured.
As the lake got rougher more and more ice came into the bay. There were places along the beach where it was stacked up 2 and 3 feet high. I'd never seen ice piled up like this before and neither had Grandma. It really was a once in a life time event."It's freezing outside and they're out watching ice."
Until Next Time,Doug
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