Everyday I pass by this lake. At Winter time, the sight of it depresses me, emphasizing the chill that winter brings.
I learned that ice was harvested from the lake back in the late 1800’s and early 1900’s and distributed widely by an ice company that employed hundreds, and before that it allowed transport of timber to sawmills.
The lake that I pass by everyday, is not just a body of water. There for leisure. It has a story. A part of history.
Now, when I drive by the lake, it not only brings emotions due to the changing of seasons; it also brings thoughts of people. At one time, the idle lake helped feed thousands. I not only appreciate its beauty, but I also respect its history.