It was 12 degrees when I headed out one Saturday morning & when the lake was frozen solid. I checked on the waterfall & discovered giant icicles all along the cliff. Some were twice my height. Uncharacteristically low & extended, winter temps revealed where water leaches through the rock face. I was able to walk around with ease on the frozen marsh & soon set about building a log bridge for warmer weather. I became careless & sunk over my ankle into frigid muck. THAT was a long, cold hike back up to the house !
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