When my associate and I moved back to my hubby’s hometown I had to adapt to long winters and learn how to love 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 time activities that happen, and over the years I have learned to love hockey games, snowmobiling, and even skiing. There was one thing that I always refused to participate in, ice fishing. The idea of standing out on a frozen lake and drilling a hole in the ice just to try and catch a fish seemed deranged to me… My hubby 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 easily nervous because the idea of sleeping out there was horrifying. He showed me pictures of the inside of the shack and I observed that they even had a heating system 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 heating system was hanging on the wall and powered by propane. It would allow him to stay out and fish through the holes that were split inside. It looked easily 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 option easier Not to go.
