Will you just look at all that ice?

Hope you didn't infer a picture from the title.

Our little river is trying to freeze. Till late afternoon, there are these great chunks of ice come roaring down the Animas. They come to a riffle or the diversion dam, just disappear, and somehow, imperceptively, they reform themselves - seemly from nothing. Downstream, the seem bent on destroying themselves again, this time against a standing wave. Hey, they just flow over them, sort of like soft leather. It's slush. We've got shlushburgs.