A week earlier, we’d been out walking with my mom in Belchertown. Ice–having recently re-attained novelty status after years of living in southern/central California–was in high demand for an energetic Andre who hadn’t broken anything of the sort in a while. There were a few inches of snow on the ground, so it took some investigation. But eventually I was able to find a small frozen marsh. I immediately took to breaking the ice (so to speak) and soon after found myself knee deep in muddy water in sub-zero temperatures.

This pond (Morses Pond in Wellesley) was much more solid, though I didn’t take any risks by bouncing.