January 25, 2008
A frozen lake. It is so cold that the lake has 12 inches of solid ice. In the spring and summer we swim and kayak here.
How about we strap some snow shoes onto our boots and walk across it?
How about we don’t and pretend we did? Isn’t that a great idea? Kids? Kids?
And even though I know that 12 inches of ice is very thick and strong, it didn’t stop me from being completely riddled with anxiety that one of my children would fall through the ice. And equally as paranoid about the fact that I would then have to jump in after them. I hate being cold.
It is so strange to be standing in the middle of the lake and thinking about the fact that you are STANDING IN THE MIDDLE OF A LAKE. ON TOP OF WATER.
We know how to bundle up here. We take our winter sports very seriously. I think we could safely scale Mt Everest with our abundant layering. I don’t even want to tell you how long it takes me help get everyone bundled up.
Really the preparation to go outside could be considered an Olympic event by itself. I would kick ass in this event.
Making some minor adjustments to his snow shoes, just because.
What better way to finish up a long trek on snow shoes than to dive headfirst down an ice covered hill. Clearly something only the young, the flexible, and those not worried about breaking a hip or knocking out a tooth are interested in doing.
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