Tayler and I went for a walk along the lake this evening. I just experimented with making hot cocoa mix at home (tasty!), so we filled up a thermos and headed out to brave the weather. Tiny, icy snow was falling, and the sidewalk had little ice patches here and there.
The beach had a half-hearted wooden fence put up for Winter. It only covered some of the beach; in some places stakes looked lonely without their accompanying fence boards. It was certainly a non-functioning fence. I think it was meant to be more of a message, “don’t go past here–the water’s cold and you might drown,” than a physical barrier. Something to deter the polar bears.
Tayler commented on how oddly the snow gathered in the sulci of the sand’s ripples.
We walked onto the peir, which took a little bit of prodding on my part (“But what if it’s icy?! If I fall in, I’ll freeze!”) The fence was er, placed in the middle. Fortunately, the walkway was not icy at all. The lake was at low tide. I didn’t have my camera with me, but I managed to find a picture of one of the signs along the walkway (possibly the very same one–click through the pic to check out Mark Resch’s flickr).This sign was over some sand.
The water itself crashed against a jetty of ice and sand. It smelled like a good fishmarket, cold and fresh. Jetsam ice made a fantastic clinking and crashing noise as it gathered up at the edge of the tide. We went to the end of the dock, and looked at the cityscape. It was just visible. No boats in sight though.