When we moved back to my husband’s hometown I had to adapt to long winters and learn how to enjoy them.
At first I only thought about sledding, building snowmen, and even ice skating.
Growing up in the south I never had a clue about all the other winter activities that happen. Over the years I have learned to enjoy hockey games, snowmobiling, and even skiing. There was one thing that I always refused to participate in, ice fishing. The idea of sitting out on a frozen lake and drilling a hole in the ice just to try and catch a fish seemed crazy to me. My husband was after me for years to go with him and I just declined. This year he booked a trip to the Great Lakes and said that he would be staying in an ice shack out on the lake. That made me really nervous because the idea of sleeping out there was frightening. He showed me pictures of the inside of the shack and I noticed that they even had a heater on the wall. What if it melted the ice? He said that the ice was over two feet thick and there was no way that would happen. The heater was hanging on the wall and powered by propane. It would allow him to stay out and fish through the holes that were cut inside. It looked really cozy there and I was almost tempted to go with him. Of course the shack also came with an outdoor outhouse so that made my choice easier Not to go.
