Dad is using his chainsaw to cut ice cubes, while Brian chips them out with the shovel. It's slow going. Driving towards Vermont we pass the American crews who came north to help out. This used to be a grove of trees. The wires have been forced half way down the pole. Another view of the American crews. The trees in this person's yard have all lost their crowns. Months later we returned to Montreal. That pile looks like snow, but it's almost solid ice (covered in snow).