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Annual ice harvest to begin later this month

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By BOB MARTIN
Laconia Citizen
www.citizen.com
January 11,2016

SANDWICH- The ice harvest is a tradition that has been going on for more than a century at Rockywold-Deephaven Camps, and due to a strange start to winter with unseasonably warm temperatures, the start has been delayed slightly.

Camp manager John Jurczynski has been monitoring the ice on a daily basis and believes they should be able to start the harvest sometime around Jan. 19.

“The earliest I’d say we’ll be doing it is a week from Tuesday — a day after Martin Luther King Day,” Jurczynski said. “Realistically, it will be the following Monday, but it really all depends on the weather.”

He said surprisingly, this isn’t too much later than normal, as last year the harvest started about a week earlier than this year’s projection. The starting date tends to vary, with two occasions happening as early as the week between Christmas and New Year’s and others, like in 2014, being as late as Feb. 7.

“Normally mid-January is the time we do it,” said Jurczynski. “We’ll be close to that, and maybe a little bit later.”

There are two locations where the harvest has occurred. Jurczynski said on Saturday that Squaw Cove has more than seven inches of ice, while the historic location of Deep End has next to nothing. Twelve inches of ice is required for the harvest to happen, and he said unless something drastically changes, they will be harvesting in Squaw Cove. He said there is a 99 percent chance they will be at Squaw Cove.

“Odds are, we will be harvesting from Squaw Cove,” said Jurczynski.

Jurczynski said about 15 years ago, there was a similar winter with mild temperatures. Ice wasn’t forming in Deep End, so they sought out Squaw Cove to continue the harvest. He said with only a few inches of ice that year, they became nervous and started searching for a spot that was more protected. They found Squaw Cove and now it has become one of their harvesting spots.

Jurczynski said with the rain on Sunday, it should actually work out fine for the ice because the temperatures are expected to drop as the week goes on. He said issues arise when there is too much wind or snow, as the snow will insulate things and decrease the speed of the growth of ice. Fortunately, there is not much for snow in the forecast.

The ice harvest is an annual tradition on Squam Lake, and one of the last remaining ones in the entire country. While the camp has been open since 1897, organizers have to make educated guesses on how long the tradition has been going. Back in the day, there were no trucks and chainsaws. Instead, there were horses pulling the ice from the lake.

Each year, a crew of about a dozen people cut through the ice with a massive straight saw and several chainsaws. Many have been involved for many years, including Norman Lyford, who has been helping cut the ice for more than seven decades. He learned from his father, Colby, when he was only a teenager.

Each ice cake is about 12 inches-by 15 inches-by 19 inches. The ice is moved along in an assembly line fashion, being pushed with long sticks, and taken up on a ramp into a pickup truck. The truck then takes the blocks of ice to a couple of ice houses named Rockywold and Deephaven that are lined with saw dust for insulation.

Each block weighs about 120 pounds and each year there is more than 200 tons of ice harvested. There are about 1,200 blocks harvested per day. The process tends to last about three days.

Each cabin at Rockywold-Deephaven Camps is equipped with an old-fashioned ice box instead of modern refrigeration units. There was actually a time when the camp toyed with the idea of having mini-fridges in the camps, but this was frowned upon by guests.

During the summer, ice is distributed to the cabins to be put into the ice boxes for keeping food and beverage items cold. Guests generally stay at Rockywold-Deephaven Camps for a 14-week period over the summer.

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Last Minute Vacancy Special!

Due to some recent cancellations, we have a few cottages available in the coming weeks. To fill these last minute vacancies, we are offering partial week stays on a prorated basis and we will also offer a 20% lodging discount on any new (cottage only) bookings. This deal only applies to cottage vacancies from Tuesday, June 30 to Friday, July 17. This discount will not apply to any previous bookings.  Call us at 603-968-3313 to discuss the possibilities and feel free to pass this information on to anyone that you think might be interested in joining us!

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The Grinch at Squam

The Grinch at Squam

-with apologies to Dr. Seuss!

Every Loon down in Loonville liked RDC a lot…

But the Grinch, who spent all his summers across the lake, did NOT!

The Grinch hated RDC!  The whole summer season!

Now, please don’t ask why.  No one quite knows the reason.

It might be the sailboats, kayaks and hydrobikes

Or doing the laundry, which he really dislikes,

But I think that the most likely reason of all,

May have been that his heart was two sizes too small.

Whatever the reason, His heart or his hampers,

He stood there in summer, hating the campers,

Staring out from his cove with a sour, grumpy scowl,

At the happy-go-lucky swimmers, in their flip-flops and towels.

“And what’s happening with canoes!  He snarled with a sneer,

“Going backwards, even swamping, with their hands trying to steer!”

Then he growled, with his green fingers nervously drumming,

“I MUST find some way to stop the campers from coming!”

Because next Saturday, more campers would arrive,

They’d come with bicycles and racquets, from the west and east.

And then every night the campers would sit down to a feast.

And they’d feast!  And they’d feast!  And they’d FEAST!

FEAST!  FEAST!  FEAST!

They would feast on gluten free chicken parmigian, ice cream, and roast beast.

Which was something the Grinch couldn’t stand in the least!

And THEN they’d do something he liked least of all!

Every Camper in RDC, the tall and the small,

Would go to the Playhouse, with fiddles-a –playing.

They’d stand hand-in-hand.  And then they’d start dancing!

They’d dance!  And they’d dance!  And they’d DANCE!  DANCE!  DANCE!  DANCE!

And the more the Grinch thought of this Summer Square Dance,

The more the Grinch thought, “I must take a chance!”

“Why, for fifty-three years I’ve put up with it now!”

I MUST stop next week from coming!  But HOW?

Then he got an idea!  An awful idea!

THE Grinch GOT A WONDERFUL, AWFUL IDEA!

“I know just what to do!”  The Grinch laughed like a rat.

And he made a quick RDC t-shirt and hat.

“What a neat little trick!” he said with a chuckle and laugh

“With these cool clothes, I look just like Rec Staff!”

Then he loaded some bags and some old empty sacks,

On a little golf cart he sped down the dirt tracks,

Toward the cabins where the campers lay asnooze in the beds.

All their windows were dark; quiet filled the crisp air.

All the Campers were dreaming sweet dreams without care.

When he came to the first house with a little lawn chair.

“This is stop number one,” the old Grinch hissed,

And he opened the door, empty bags in his fist.

He walked in the living room, the fireplace still aglow,

And he saw the puzzles, games, and books, sitting all in a row.

“These bathing suits,” he grinned, “are the first things to go!”

Then he slithered and slunk, up to no good,

Pranced around the whole room, and took everything he could!

Frisbees!  Racquets!  Laptops!  Fishing Gear!

Monopoly!  Chessboards!  Baseball gloves!  Even the beer!

And he stuffed them in bags.  Then tiptoeing across the floor,

Threw all the bags, one by one, out the door!

He did the same thing to other Rock and Deep houses

Leaving crumbs much too small for the chipmunks and mouses!

It was near dawn.  Bell Tower hadn’t rung, twas too early to start,

All the campers were still snoozing when he packed up his cart,

Packed it up with their goodies!  The gloves and the balls!

The kayaks!  Bicycles!  The playing cards and dolls!

A thousand feet up!  Up Mount Rattlesnake,

He rode to the tiptop to dump his huge take!

“Pooh Pooh to the Campers!” he said with grinchly gall.

“They’ll find out Squam Lake is boring, no fun at all!

“They’re just waking up!  I know just what they’ll do!”

“Their mouths will hang open a minute or two,

Then the Campers in RDC will all cry Boo Hoo!”

“That’s a noise,” grinned the Grinch, “That I simply MUST hear!”

So he paused.  And the Grinch put his hand to his ear.

And he did hear noises rising over the trees.

It started in low.  It carried in the breeze.

But the sound wasn’t sad!  Why, this sound sounded happy!

It couldn’t be so!

But it WAS downright sappy!

He stared down at RDC!  The Grinch popped his eyes!

Then he shook!  What he saw was a shocking surprise!

Every RDC camper, the tall and the small,

Was having fun!  Hiking, swimming, singing, with no gizmos at all!

He HADN”T stopped the fun!  EVERYONE LAUGHED, THEY SMILED!

They were having a a blast, every man, woman, child!

And the Grinch, his Grinch-feet as cold as ice from the lake,

Stood puzzling:  “How could it be?  Can’t they give me a break?

“There was no Journal, Globe or Times!”

“Not even the internet, ipods, or (like this poem) good rhymes!”

Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn’t before!

“Maybe joy at RDC,” he thought, “doesn’t come from a store.”

“Maybe summer at Squam…means a little bit more!”

And what happened then?  Well…in RDC they say,

That the Grinch’s small heart grew three sizes that day!

And the minute his heart didn’t feel quite so tight,

He whizzed down Rattlesnake through the bright morning light,

And he brought back the games, kayaks, Frisbees – quite a sight!

And all the breakfast for the dining hall – the fruit salad, French toast, even hot chocolates

And he, HE HIMSELF!  The Grinch he prepared all the omelettes!

Poem by Andy Pugh for the RDC Talent Show, Augut 1, 2013.
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2014 RDC Photo Contest

2014 RDC Photo Contest

 

1st Place
2nd Place
3rd Place

Scenery

Scenery squam photo conest Rachael deRham Kelly Scenery squam photo conest Ted Holdahl Scenery squam photo conest Patricia Eldredge

Fun & Adventure

fun and adventure squam photo contest John Kerr fun and adventure squam photo contest Rachael deRham Kelly fun and adventure squam photo contest Caroline Sanford

Flora & Fauna

flora and fauna squam photo conest John Kerr flora and fauna squam photo conest Marie Spalla flora and fauna squam photo conest Will Parsons

Off Season

off season squam photo contest Patricia Eldredge off season squam photo contest Marie Spalla off season squam photo contest Rachael deRham Kelly

Congratulation to the winners and thanks to everyone for submitting great photographs to the RDC Photo Contest. Click on a photo above to see a large image in a new window – note: you may have to disable pop up blocker settings in your web browser.

Click here for the 2015 RDC Photo Contest Rules

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Happy Holidays! The Grinch at Squam

Grinch on Squam

The Grinch at Squam

-with apologies to Dr. Seuss!

Every Loon down in Loonville liked RDC a lot…

But the Grinch, who spent all his summers across the lake, did NOT!

The Grinch hated RDC!  The whole summer season!

Now, please don’t ask why.  No one quite knows the reason.

It might be the sailboats, kayaks and hydrobikes

Or doing the laundry, which he really dislikes,

But I think that the most likely reason of all,

May have been that his heart was two sizes too small.

Whatever the reason, His heart or his hampers,

He stood there in summer, hating the campers,

Staring out from his cove with a sour, grumpy scowl,

At the happy-go-lucky swimmers, in their flip-flops and towels.

“And what’s happening with canoes!  He snarled with a sneer,

“Going backwards, even swamping, with their hands trying to steer!”

Then he growled, with his green fingers nervously drumming,

“I MUST find some way to stop the campers from coming!”

Because next Saturday, more campers would arrive,

They’d come with bicycles and racquets, from the west and east.

And then every night the campers would sit down to a feast.

And they’d feast!  And they’d feast!  And they’d FEAST!

FEAST!  FEAST!  FEAST!

They would feast on gluten free chicken parmigian, ice cream, and roast beast.

Which was something the Grinch couldn’t stand in the least!

And THEN they’d do something he liked least of all!

Every Camper in RDC, the tall and the small,

Would go to the Playhouse, with fiddles-a –playing.

They’d stand hand-in-hand.  And then they’d start dancing!

They’d dance!  And they’d dance!  And they’d DANCE!  DANCE!  DANCE!  DANCE!

And the more the Grinch thought of this Summer Square Dance,

The more the Grinch thought, “I must take a chance!”

“Why, for fifty-three years I’ve put up with it now!”

I MUST stop next week from coming!  But HOW?

Then he got an idea!  An awful idea!

THE Grinch GOT A WONDERFUL, AWFUL IDEA!

“I know just what to do!”  The Grinch laughed like a rat.

And he made a quick RDC t-shirt and hat.

“What a neat little trick!” he said with a chuckle and laugh

“With these cool clothes, I look just like Rec Staff!”

Then he loaded some bags and some old empty sacks,

On a little golf cart he sped down the dirt tracks,

Toward the cabins where the campers lay asnooze in the beds.

All their windows were dark; quiet filled the crisp air.

All the Campers were dreaming sweet dreams without care.

When he came to the first house with a little lawn chair.

“This is stop number one,” the old Grinch hissed,

And he opened the door, empty bags in his fist.

He walked in the living room, the fireplace still aglow,

And he saw the puzzles, games, and books, sitting all in a row.

“These bathing suits,” he grinned, “are the first things to go!”

Then he slithered and slunk, up to no good,

Pranced around the whole room, and took everything he could!

Frisbees!  Racquets!  Laptops!  Fishing Gear!

Monopoly!  Chessboards!  Baseball gloves!  Even the beer!

And he stuffed them in bags.  Then tiptoeing across the floor,

Threw all the bags, one by one, out the door!

He did the same thing to other Rock and Deep houses

Leaving crumbs much too small for the chipmunks and mouses!

It was near dawn.  Bell Tower hadn’t rung, twas too early to start,

All the campers were still snoozing when he packed up his cart,

Packed it up with their goodies!  The gloves and the balls!

The kayaks!  Bicycles!  The playing cards and dolls!

A thousand feet up!  Up Mount Rattlesnake,

He rode to the tiptop to dump his huge take!

“Pooh Pooh to the Campers!” he said with grinchly gall.

“They’ll find out Squam Lake is boring, no fun at all!

“They’re just waking up!  I know just what they’ll do!”

“Their mouths will hang open a minute or two,

Then the Campers in RDC will all cry Boo Hoo!”

“That’s a noise,” grinned the Grinch, “That I simply MUST hear!”

So he paused.  And the Grinch put his hand to his ear.

And he did hear noises rising over the trees.

It started in low.  It carried in the breeze.

But the sound wasn’t sad!  Why, this sound sounded happy!

It couldn’t be so!

But it WAS downright sappy!

He stared down at RDC!  The Grinch popped his eyes!

Then he shook!  What he saw was a shocking surprise!

Every RDC camper, the tall and the small,

Was having fun!  Hiking, swimming, singing, with no gizmos at all!

He HADN”T stopped the fun!  EVERYONE LAUGHED, THEY SMILED!

They were having a a blast, every man, woman, child!

And the Grinch, his Grinch-feet as cold as ice from the lake,

Stood puzzling:  “How could it be?  Can’t they give me a break?

“There was no Journal, Globe or Times!”

“Not even the internet, ipods, or (like this poem) good rhymes!”

Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn’t before!

“Maybe joy at RDC,” he thought, “doesn’t come from a store.”

“Maybe summer at Squam…means a little bit more!”

And what happened then?  Well…in RDC they say,

That the Grinch’s small heart grew three sizes that day!

And the minute his heart didn’t feel quite so tight,

He whizzed down Rattlesnake through the bright morning light,

And he brought back the games, kayaks, Frisbees – quite a sight!

And all the breakfast for the dining hall – the fruit salad, French toast, even hot chocolates

And he, HE HIMSELF!  The Grinch he prepared all the omelettes!

Poem by Andy Pugh for the RDC Talent Show, Augut 1, 2013.

 

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