"Alan," I yelled, momentarily lowering the camera, "walk out into the middle of the river and I'll take a picture of you."
"Just tip-toe out there. You'll be fine."
"It's a quarter-inch thick!" he yelled back, gingerly tapping the Eno near Sennett hole with his boot." "You walk out."
"Wuss," I mumbled, looking for another way to capture that rarity of an iced-over Eno River. Later, I sent this photo to my wife and complained that Alan was being difficult. "Smart Alan," she texted back. "Brrrrr. I had to put a light jacket on for evening." She's in San Diego on business having to cope with evenings in the uper 60s.
Today was darn cold (high of 36, low of 10), though warmer than Friday, when it only got up to 28. Sunday, though, it could top 40. Which is why you should get out on the Eno early in the morning to savor the rarity of the Eno on ice. Or ice on the Eno. (Sorry, flashback to a bad wine experience from college.)
Anyway, it is a rarity and you should make an effort to catch it Sunday, either at West Point on the Eno city park or Eno River State Park.
And resist the urge should someone suggest a mid-river portrait.
