The old beaver lodges were silent . . .
. . . as were the marshes.
I decided to put in at Kingsland Bay. The winds were from the south at just 2 or 3 knots. Lake Champlain was calm.
There are not many waterfowl about. Some seagulls . . .
. . . and cormorants.
I always enjoy following the cliffs about the lake.
Though the leaves are long past, the algae on the rocks were an unexpected bit of green against the gray and brown rocks.
I like paddling near the shoreline, but one has to be careful of the rocks. Some are barely submerged, and running into them can lead to a capsize (not a good thing in the winter!).
I paddled out onto the broad lake and headed east to the mouth of the South Slang,
The ice was out all the way to the lake. There was no safe way to paddle into the slang (yes, the boat could break through most of the ice, but it is hard to maneuver through the broken pans of ice).
The marshes are getting iced-in.
I headed back to Kingsland Bay. Off in the distance I could see Whiteface Mountain in the Adirondacks.
There was a wonderful interplay of waves and light in the shallow bays. The water is now very clear, and I can see the ripples in the sand below. The slight wind-waves created patterns on the sand, creating a pattern all along the lake bottom as far as I could see!
I paddled back to my car. My feet were getting cold. By the time I took my kayak out of the water, by hands were felt like they were encased in pins and needles (yes, I had to get my hands wet when I took my kayak out of the cold water)!
After a glass of warm cider, I decided to go for a short bike ride. I went up over the hill on Green Street. I passed the frozen marshes . . .
. . . and cycles along the quiet roads.
There is still a slight covering of snow in the woods. Soon I will be snow shoeing!
I had to stop by some open farm field and take in the views to the east of the Green Mountains. Spectactular!
I hope you don't let the cold stop you from enjoying natures glory!