Those feet are mine, tentatively standing on the ice of Long Lake right near shore two days ago (how many lakes in Minnesota named “Long?” No doubt, numerous as the stars).
What’s that, you ask? Why that’s three teenage boys pushing a heavy aluminum canoe (I very much doubt even belongs to them) across ice on Long Lake on a day with a high of 67 degrees. I paused by the lake to yell out to them that they were at risk of going through the ice. One boy yelled back that they’d “be fine.” As I watched a while more one boy exited the canoe and two more adults came along and tried to persuade these young ones of the foolishness of their ways. But, they’re teenagers, what did we expect? They knew better than we did. Oh my, the teenage brain.