Up behind Dad and Lynne’s house in E-town, there’s a creek that cascades down a small mountain after flowing through a series of beaver ponds. It had been cold enough for the ponds to freeze over, so we ventured out on the ice.

I thought it was a little creepy how the trees, now dead as a result of the pond, stuck up out of the cold, flat ice. I thought it was even creepier how the ice started cracking underneath us when we got too close to one another.