So, when we saw the 800 lb moose jogging on the lake on Tuesday, we were pretty sure the ice would hold up for Grasshopper. And me and a sleigh. So I walked Grasshopper across the lake and she went to town with Mrs. Slate to get some supplies that we needed 'cause of global warming coming on so fast.
The ice was still 10 to 12 inches thick. The only problem was that the ice was pulling away from shore.
This is all that was left of our snow ramp, luckily enough to get out to the "good" ice.
An "air hole".
Crack right across our ice road.
This is a view of what's around the point to our right that you don't normally see. We call it Yammie Bay where I sank the old Yamaha sled.
'ome is where the 'eart is.
Wolf's Bay.
A view thru the narrows to the round end of the lake.
Fennel's Bay.
To the pointy end of the lake.
Here comes the supplies.
Grasshopper took this pic at the river.
Input side of the culvert. This is the culvert that you have seen me cleaning out beaver dams.
Output side.
Today's funny.
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