You know, just in case there are any problems with the ice huts.
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.
Halvers and I came across an igloo on Lake Calhoun.