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Frozen lake

Today I crossed Lake Champlain to work in a clinic in Plattsburgh, New York. The drive was treacherous in a few spots because of blowing snow, so I was relieved when I drove on board the ferry and put the car in park. (The link is an article from a local newspaper about how the ferry captains manage in the winter.) I took the above picture of some chilly ducks on the frozen lake through my dirty car window as the ferry was pulling into the dock in Plattsburgh. It's blurry, but you get the idea! 

In the car, I started listening to the podcast Serial...which means I'm a little behind the times, but I'll catch up someday (maybe)!

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