sheet ice

While there’s virtually no snow anywhere, there’s sheet ice everywhere.

The frost returned when the rain ceased, and taking the wet earth into his gaunt hands turned everything into dirty sheet ice.

Trackmen at the bridge Tuesday night flagged Number One and reported the river wild, and sheet ice running.

With every tread the thin sheet ice perceptibly sank under me, and waved, in small billows, like a sheet of rubber.

The upper coast I estimated as being about one thousand feet high, flat, and covered with a thin sheet ice.

Invisible, he mounted a rise where solid sheet ice adhered to the shoulder of a rocky hill.