We went down along the Mighty Mohawk yesterday to find that she is trying on some winter wares. Everywhere ice was forming in this frigid weather, water-logged, greasy-looking, greenish lumps in some places, half submerged and moving sluggishly down the current.
Other places, crisp blue-and-white sheets raced eastward, hurrying to form up with their buddies and start the freeze-up party.
And at Lock 12, as we crossed that hairy-scary bridge we spotted this huge ice circle revolving slowly in the water rushing under the dams.
