We took a small packet of Dad's remains over to the Stephens family home in Stephens State Park (the place we have always called 'The Farm'), to scatter them in the Musconetcong River. Here, icicles on the barn-turned-park-offices are melting in the sun; I've never seen icicles hanging at such a crazy angle. About 30 minutes later they all crashed to the ground; we heard the noise from inside the big house across the grounds.