While I dropped Martin off at church this evening, I had a couple hours to spend in Ames, so I wandered over to Squaw Creek to check out the river to take advantage of the warm day and extended daylight.
The creek was churning and crashing, sending its winter mantle of ice south.
It was something to witness that only happens once a year and reminded me that yes, I really do live in the north, even if it doesn’t seem like it sometimes.
In the hour or so I was there, the amount of ice dramatically decreased, owing to the temporary nature of the ice out.
Here’s a short video clip of the ice out.