The river broke on Friday afternoon at 1:18 pm.
Of the break-ups I’ve seen, I’d say this was one of the quieter ones: the water level was low, and the blocks of ice relatively small and thin. Other years have involved the risk of flooding and chunks of ice the size of cars.
It does just feel really, really good to see the river flowing again. Winter up here is so long and so dark, and break-up is the fulfillment of the promise that winter doesn’t last forever.