Last Saturday was a glorious sunny day. The thermometer on our patio read 12˚ under direct sunlight (it was probably about 2˚ in the shade). Cameron and I decided to take a little walk down to the lake. Normally we’ll take a little jaunt around the boardwalk, but this time we decided to join the hundreds of Swedes out on the ice.
Let me stop here to remind you that I grew up in Vancouver and the deepest frozen water I’ve been on was probably a flooded farmer’s field. So, even though I knew that if all those Swedes pushing their babies on the ice weren’t worried I shouldn’t be either, I did have a little fear tingling in my toes. Especially when I started hearing these super deep sort of poping sounds, and realised it wasn’t someone’s boom box down the lake, but the ice shifting. (here’s an example of what we heard ). Once I got over my nerves it was pretty exhilarating. We walked out to a little island off the shore and back.
On our way we saw Swedes engaging in the following activities: ice fishing, dog walking, hockey playing, barbecuing, skating, skiing, skiing with a sail of sorts, and also just chilling.
All in all, a pretty great day, and the sun was so warm I think I got a sun tan.