Yesterday, at 11 degrees with a -2 degree windchill, I decided not to run. Even a bit protected at the park, it just seemed foolish, and as the saying goes, "Mama didn't raise no fool."
Or, at least my mama didn't. At 9:59, while doing my exercises, I looked out the window and wondered at what I saw, something was there on the lake on the ice. In a spot I'd never seen before - usually they're off from Stewart Park - was an ice fishing hut. Wow.
Hardier souls than I, I watched as one walked the lake, looking for ... whatever it is ice people look for. From the first, walking toward east shore at 10:12 til the last one, at 10:20, so far away from the hut that I took it in relation to the pile cluster, I was mesmerized.
Finally, finishing my workout, I looked again and there they were, heading in. It was 10:35. Last I saw them they were headed up the inlet, and headed toward warmth.
I hope.
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