I used to go running around Lake Harriet in Minneapolis, Minnesota 5 mornings a week – no matter how cold it was. I was one of those crazy runners who never let winter stop me, even if my eyelashes were coated in icicles; in Minnesota winter is a fact of life. Winters around the lake at 6AM were quiet, very quiet. It was me and the ice fishermen watching the sun come up. As I would run the perimeter trail, I gazed out on the lake at the little fishing huts and think, “Who in their right minds would go out there and FISH at this hour in the cold?!”

Then I realized they were thinking, “Who in their right minds would go out and RUN at this hour in the cold?!”

That was the point where I started respecting the ice fisherman – we were the same.

Ice fishing

Since I’ve been back in the US for the holidays I’ve been spending time house sitting in Minneapolis. One of the houses I sat was right on one of the many large lakes in the area. I sat inside by the warm fire writing and blogging all day, but would find myself peering out the window at all of the trucks, snow mobiles, and ice huts on the lake. It was like a small town out in the middle of the lake.

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