I’ve never been a fan of winter. I’ve tried my hardest to like it, I’ve tried skiing, snowboarding, ice fishing, building snowmen, and that is all fine for a day or two, but after that I just spend the rest of the winter waiting for spring.
Minnesota (and most of the country) spent the first half of February going through an intense cold snap. Minnesota spent 116 consecutive hours below zero. Being stuck inside, all I could think about was bring at the lake in the summer. I was missing the warm sunshine, my floppy straw hat, my unicorn floatie, camp fire smell, and saying hello to the neighbors from the end of the dock.
I was craving it all so bad that I took an alternate route on my way home last weekend just so I could stop by the lake and see if that would cure me. It was only 18 degrees, but at least the sun was shining. I still need some quality lake time, but at least I got to stand at the end of the dock for a minute (we leave it in the water year round).
The first day of Spring is less than a month away from the day I’m writing this, and if you need me I’ll be placing bets on what day the ice will go out on the lake, and picking out a new crazy floaty for the 2021 season.