The earth took a beating this weekend. With temperatures hovering around 9 degrees (in the sun), even the ice on the lake didn’t know how to cope. What was once a frozen tundra, suddenly started heaving and cracking, creating wet spots on top of the solid mass. How could anything liquid here stay liquid without freezing solid?
The biggest casualty of the weekend was my tin of Badger Rub. The boys said it made a perfect hockey puck.
Nothing but a winter wonder.