One of my favorite whitewater runs is a little river in north of Worcester, MA called the Quinapoxet. It’s a flashy little stream that is real tough to catch, so lately have hiked along it more than I have paddled it. We did a hike there yesterday, and I was amazed at the huge blocks of ice along the banks.
They seemed to go on forever. The river must have frozen solid during the extended cold snap we had in late December and early January, and then broke up without melting during a brief warm-up with 3 inches of rain that we had a couple of weeks ago sending all this ice floating downstream. I would have loved to be have seen it - the river is not that big. Not something that happens here very often.