- Posted January 28, 2014 by
This iReport is part of an assignment:
Wintry weather 2014
- Obama and Congress debate more war as veteran joblessness and suicide on the rise
- Obama and Congress want three more years of war
- Self-deception by American Senior Leaders
- Ferguson militarization only the beginning: Federal agencies also militarized documents say
- Speed + Weight @ Altitude = Alpine Fitness
- Verybecoming, CNN iReport producer
But that’s okay, because sometimes when things are not going as we might want, it forces us to try new things and have different experiences. This Martin Luther King Jr. weekend was one of those occasions.
The Methow Valley in Washington’s North Cascades has not been immune to this seasons dismal snow fall, and faced with a grumbling local crowd use to ample snow in January and a bustling tourist influx for the long weekend, someone in the Methow decided it would be a good idea to groom Patterson Lake. The lake, eight miles southwest of Winthrop, is large and normally entertains a small group of ice fishers during winter. The lake had not been groomed in recent memory and locals had a hard time remembering when they last skied the frozen lake bed.
What happened next was a moment of Norman Rockwellesque serendipity. It seems that when you mix crystal blue skies with fresh crisp winter air and a large circle carved in ice a strange thing happens…people stop what they are doing as they pass on the trail and talk with each other. And not just one or two people, but whole groups find things in common…groups of women and groups of men, couples form couples groups, new families show off the new addition to others with new additions, groups of dogs chase each other’s tails, and old loves find new love as they swing their hips and ski in slow unison.
What formed in the three days of the MLK weekend was a community on ice, a community of strangers, and a community of lifelong and new friends. Like Brigadoon it sprang spontaneously each morning and slowly faded away into evening’s twilight, only to be reborn anew the next day.
And in those countless moments between dawn and dusk on a simple frozen lake a rare thing happened, in those special singular moments humanity happened, spontaneous, smiling, carefree community…and it was magic.