In our search for a good walking trail, Aaron and I decided to try out a big lake near us that has a ski mobile highway crossing it. It's weird and disorienting to see a "cul de sac" sign in the middle of a lake.
We weren't sure if the un-carved snow would be too deep for us to wade through but it turned out to be just right; deep enough for a nice thigh workout but not so deep we'd get stuck. It was remarkably quiet and sunny and before we knew it we were 2/3rds of the way to one of the many islands dotting the lake. As we approached the shore we saw tons of animal footprints that looked like maybe coyote or wolf or something along those lines (the island didn't have any houses on it so its straight up wild - pretty cool).
We also found a goldmine of peeling birch, which made a great addition to our quickly dwindling kindling and tinder stash.
I found it so disorienting to think I was walking on a lake. I had to see the ice for myself to believe I wasn't in danger of taking a step that gave way under me. The thousands of plow tracks should have been reassuring enough, since I don't weigh anywhere close to a snow plough, even with a heavy brunch in me. I kept thinking "hey, maybe this is how Jesus did it!"
On our way back some snowmobilers stopped to ask us the name of the lake, which was hilarious since we didn't actually know. We could only answer that it was "Highway 43". Renegade ponies, lakes that turn into highways and bear poop beside the lilac bush... what is this place?!