My neighbor Chuck calls it “silverthaw” – the glistening, dripping, crashing ice thawing rapidly all around us. Power went out last evening in Bozman for about six hours, and we heard crashing tree limbs landing late into the night as a thick coat of ice covered every last thing.
This morning, the sound of the melt is extraordinary – like a pounding rainstorm. I’ve never heard anything like it. Reminds me to get a microphone so I can share this stuff with you. “Drip-boom-clatter-wham” just doesn’t describe it. Fantastic!