It’s about 10pm and Halvers and I are 50 feet onto the lake.
The dogs slide on the snow around us. We both have our blackberries out, googling “is the ice on Lake of the Isles safe to walk on?”
Google has nothing for us.
We spend the next 30 minutes slowly walking across the lake. I find footprints and ski marks every 50 feet or so, confirming that at least someone else was as stupid as we are. We keep going.
We eventually make it to the islands. The snow is 3-4 feet deep and untouched. We run around with the dogs for a while, and then collapse on the lake.
So we didn’t fall through and drown. I am still not skipping across any more lakes this winter. Once is enough. No surprise winter swimming for me.
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