Pond ice brings out the inner Hans Brinker in all of us – and the inner New Englander. Down the street, Norway Pond is like glass after an early winter thaw and then a quick freeze. The sound of hockey pucks being slapped on the ice caught our attention and we wandered down.
Pick-up pond hockey is an altogether different experience from the indoor version. It’s organic. Nothing artificial. Even the teams arise organically as skaters emerge from the edges of the pond. Parents and children line-up against other parents and children. Each side is balanced by a couple of high school varsity-team skaters – current and former. It doesn’t smell like a locker room. Neither light nor ice are man-made. And, there are no boards to restrain the play or stop the puck. When the puck sails wide of the goal, everyone sails with it.