I just remembered a surreal lunch, sitting on the ice of Avalanche Lake about 30 years ago. Having been out for a few very windy days and hitting below -35F at least two of the nights, we were greated on the way out through Marcy Dam with a cold but near windless day. Lunch was consumed in t-shirts even though my little thermometer still read -10F, but we were quite warm with not a cloud to be seen. The pressure cracks were really popping in the ice and a huge one went right under me. The first and only time I could feel the ice crack like that despite many years out on frozen lakes. Felt like a completely different place compared to other visits there. Sorry for the ramble, but a photo sure can bring back memories.