Back in the late 1960s, I skied on the Connecticut River just above Wilder Dam. Each year,
later and later: mid-late October, Thanksgiving, and finally into December. Keeping track
of the water temperature, until it got into the high 30s. Finally, one year, came down to
the site, and the river had iced over...oops. Since the launch ramp was about 8 miles
upstream, I thought we were screwed. Fortunately, the ice broke up a couple of days
later. Still at the cove with the launch ramp, I had to play icebraker with the boat.
Last time we ever skied that late again.