The lake at the summit north of us has frozen clear, without snow. It’s not quite glassy, but quite skate-able. We’ve opted not to flood our backyard rink this year, so there’s even more reason for the trip to the lake to be worth doing.
Fiona and I skated all the way across, and all the way back, and then spent some time “doing doodly-do’s” around the near shore. She found her skating legs quickly and despite the wind we both managed to generate enough body heat to stay toasty warm for an hour.
While we were holed up in a “cave” beneath a rock, out of the wind on the far side of the lake, a coyote trotted directly in front of us, oblivious to our presence.