David E. Steiner

Retired USAF, Teacher, Dad, Grandfather, Curmudgeon

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The Sutherland’s Ice House

 

The most recent AAA tour book says, “From North St. Vrain Creek a secondary road leads into Wild Basin.” That does not really tell the story of the road from what is now Highway 7 to Copeland Lake. Many of us know that John B. Copeland homesteaded 320 acres in 1889 and that he was gone by 1914. The lake, probably originally the work of beavers, was shored up by the owners of Copeland Lake Lodge, and I can remember as a child that the road swept within just a few yards of what appeared to be an all too frail dam.

John may have abandoned it, but the lake became an important part of the life of the summer people in Tahosa Valley, and not just because it provided excellent opportunities for fishing and swimming and the sailing of toy boats.

Yes, incredible as it may seem, we did all those things in the ‘40s and ‘50s.

But these activities, as fascinating as they must sound in this silicon-powered time, paled beside Copeland Lake’s primary function in those days; it provided ice.

A family by the name of Sutherland lived down at the bottom of the Cabin Creek meadow, just before the road went up to Boney’s in Big Elk. The Sutherlands were a fecund group, to say the least. There were always little ones running around, several of them my age, and we grew up together, though in quite disparate directions. They cut wood, had a saw mill which provided lumber in case you wanted to build something, and were always available to do some work around the place, as long as you weren’t too insistent on when it was done. But most importantly, they had the ice house.

You can read all about how Alexander MacGregor hauled ice in 1877, but the fact was that a lot of ice was still being hauled in 1947. They hauled it from Copeland Lake, cutting it with long cross-cut saws they stored in the ice-house. And while MacGregor stored his ice in straw, the Sutherlands were no dopes; they used sawdust, which was a by-product of their little mill.

We had an ice-box outside our cabin – I wonder what it would be worth today. We gleefully took it to the dump when the electricity was put in – and when the block began to dwindle, not only from keeping the food cool, but because we kept chipping pieces off to put in grown-up gin and tonics or in little boy and girl mouths, we would go off to the Sutherland’s.

The ice-house itself was a low, gray building, sunk into the swell of the hill. With several pairs of ice tongs hanging on either side of the door, it looked like a bunker hiding untold horrors. The inside, however, was wonderfully cool, with only the light from the open door to illuminate the step-like shapes of the great blocks, shrouded in sawdust, waiting for the jab of the long ice pick to create the block which would then be seized in the tongs and hung by one handle on the crude scale. A penny a pound was the going rate—it never went up or down until the day they went out of business.

The Sutherlands have been gone for many years.

The site of the ice-house has returned to the grass meadow it was before any of us arrived.  Copeland Lake is still a reservoir for the City of Longmont, and swimming is forbidden.  I now buy ice in ten pound bags and we only have one size, for $1.25.

Still, when I reach into the Whirlpool for a cube or two for my iced tea, and wander off for a nice sit-down on the screened porch, I think of the Sutherlands out there on Copeland Lake in the dead of winter and wish that some things, but not all, certainly, could be the way they were, in those halcyon days when that solid “thunk” announced the arrival of a new 60-pound piece of cool on a hot summer day.

 

 

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© 1985 – 2003, David E. Steiner

Allenspark Wind Columns:

Introduction

Why Allenspark?

Going Riding [August, 1985]

Electricity

Used Cars

Peace and Quiet [1986]

Liberals & Conservatives

Going to the Movies

The Screened Porch

The Beginning of The Season

The Weather

The Hilltop Guild Bazaar

The End of The Season

The Gift of Time

The Beavers

Addresses [1987]

Hiking

Watching the Trees Grow

Postal Rates

Changes in Estes Park

Square Dancing at the Pow Wow

Back to the Hilltop Guild Bazaar

The Solstices

Bird Feeders

Elevators

The Estes Park Hardware Store [1988]

Visitors

Limousine Service

A Memorial Service

A Hummingbird

Garbage

A Hiking Trip

The Estes Park Public Library

Wild Life

Riparian Rights [1989]

Weather

Fences

Commuting

Mountain Friendliness

A Motorcycle Trip

Satellite Television

“Weaving Mountain Memories”

Hotel Rates in the Old Days

The Price of Propane [1990]

The Front Range Almanac

June

Modes of Transportation

Miller Moths

My 50th Column

Modern Conveniences

Rock Climbing

On the Death of Otto Walter, Postmaster

Otto’s Memorial Service

A Big Owl Pot-Luck Dinner

A Whine About Telephone Service [1991]

After the Persian Gulf War

Some Changes in the WIND

The Trip to the Mountains

The Mountains in the Summer

Visitors

Of Dogs, Music, and Children

Muhlenburg County

To My Grandson

The Sale of Longs Peak Inn

World War II  [1992]

Murphy’s Law and the Computer

The South St. Vrain Canyon

“Whiteout”

The Hazards of Volunteering

Crime in Our Valley

Infestations

On the Death of Charles Eagle Plume

Can We All Get Along?

A Partridge in a Pear Tree

Lost Horizon [1993]

Walking

Rumors About a Visit by the Pope

Progress?

More About Fences

Woodpeckers

The Visit of Pope John Paul II

Forest Fires

The New Sewage System

The Snow Pool

The Good Old Days [1994]

The WIND’s 20th Anniversary

The Bunce School

The Shooting Gallery

The Estes Park Museum

Our Government

U.S. West Takes a Hit

The Year of the Hummingbirds

A New “Yield” Sign

Growth in Allenspark

Private Telephones?

The Salvation Army

Creation Science [1995]

Devolutionizing Big Government

Risks

Airports

Fort D.A. Russell

Domestic Terrorism

Old and New

Barney Graves

Life in the Wilderness

What’s In a Name?

Arthur C. Clarke

 

The Estes Park Trail-Gazette Columns:

July 1983

Carpentry

Estes Cone

Johnny Grant

Observations in Estes Park

The Bath House

Waving

The Sutherland’s Ice House

How Old is Charles Eagle Plume?

Dogs

Christmas Trees

Tree Murder

Mountain Driving

Garbage

Mail Boxes

More About Mail Boxes

“Are you related to ....?”

Spring

An Accident

The Wild Cat

A July Reunion

A Visit to Baldpate Inn

Opening Cabins

Summer

The Times, They Have Changed

Death and Transfiguration

The Population Explosion

The March of Time

Faith-Based Social Services

Looking for Pitch

Recent Writings I

Recent Writings II

Recent Writings III

Recent Writings IV

Recent Writings V

Recent Writings VI

 

 

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