There was a January thaw all right. And another thaw in February.
The temperature started climbing, the ice started busting up into huge chunks and the water started rising. Some of the chunks were as big as that ol" stupidbaker pickup. I really thought I"d be alright sitting on the ice where I was. But, suddenly, and with a very loud cracking noise, the ice I was sitting on broke off from the rest of the ice and started moving downstream.
I was dead center in an ice floe! A shifting, heaving, mass of white ice that cracked, shuddered, spun and scraped its way out into the main channel.
That floe, or Floey, as I came to call her, bounced off of other chunks of ice, tree roots, old car bodies and bridges. The worst were the bridges. The floe ran into some pilings and I slid across the ch
