Friday, February 15, 2013
Fire Barn Icicles
It can get hot! It can be very cold! Here are some icicles hanging off a local fire barn. Back on Stevens Avenue when a thaw was followed by a big freeze, it was always icicle time. In the corner near one of the back entrances, there was a place where large junks of ice always grew. It would form in multiple clusters, in widths of 12-15 inches. On days that I was especially bored, I'd get my trusty hammer and commence to have some icicle fun. Often the ice broke up in large sections, and I felt especially gratified and thought I was doing my family duty of ridding the roof of the pesky ice sculptures. Sometimes though, the wall of ice was as hard as stone and even the hammering got me nowheres. It seemed to always render a thirst though, and pieces of ice fit the bill. Sucking away! Today, I'd probably be reminded that the frozen water, hanging from the roof, was dirty and full of assorted crap. Back then though, it was only a quenching relief, where ever it was hanging.