Walking across the frozen lake

A few days ago I was playing tour guide for a friend from out of town. We ended up in the country in front of a lake I’ve always found pretty. The lake appeared frozen and I spotted people ice fishing in the distance.

Please note: I've always been cautious about walking across frozen bodies of water that may or may not be totally frozen. However, I felt particularly adventurous at that moment and decided the risk was worth it. I mean, we weren’t exactly in the cold wasteland of Siberia.

I have to say—it is quite thrilling walking across frozen ice. At any moment one can step on a soft spot and go plummeting into the frozen waters. If one is carrying a digital camera they care very much so about, this thought is even more frightening.

We reached the ice fishermen on the lake and I ended up learning a thing or two about ice fishing. For example, little skill is involved thanks to modern technology. Also, one can forget the cold aspect of the sport when one has a cozy tent to relax in. I am very fond of these cozy tents. I can just imagine relaxing in their warmth as the fish come to me (and not the other way around).

After talking with the friendly fishermen I learned all of them had experienced falling into the ice at some point in their lives. They chuckled about it and seemed to present it as an every day, trivial event.

Thus, I feel somewhat silly writing about how my small version of adventure was exciting for me. I guess I don't get outside enough or my pampered life just doesn’t include diving into frozen lakes.