Up North

It's midnight, and we just got back about an hour ago from her folk's cottage up north. We were supposed to stay for the weekend, but I guess there's a big winter storm coming so we tried to beat it home. Well, after we got back and unloaded the car, I went out to go fill my car up so I don't have to mess with it and it was snowing then, so we made it just in time.

While we were up there today though I got to do some ice fishing and some snow shoeing. Didn't catch a damn thing, but got to sit on a bucket for a couple hours. Her dad has a shanty thing that has a cover and is black so it attracts the heat from the sun. It was probably teens outside, but felt damn warm in that thing. While sitting on the lake - the ice was ~16-18" thick - you can hear the ice popping and cracking and sometimes it sounds like gun shots. Apparently it happens as the ice grows because it puts more pressure on itself, but it's pretty freaky sitting out on it and hearing it crack all around you and then seeing the cracks running around the top of the lake.

For snow shoeing we drove over to another lake nearby and walked around on it. It was fun, but not really enough snow. The dog tried to pull every damn stick out of the frozen lake. He's dumb.