But I waited until low tide to try it, just in case. It had settled down in this cove like a huge sheet of taffy. It bends to the contours of the basin and only punctures around boulders or old moorings. I slid down the slick surface on my stomach to take some photos. The Goose River is the Goose Chasm at low tide. Our usually powerfully flowing river has turned to shards of ice. I couldn't resist going down the icey fishermans ladder to the bottom. Surreal down there. There's the occasionally low snap sound, like a huge bone breaking as the ice continues to settle into the Chasm.