Ping and Pop

I spent the morning icefishing. The wind was straight out of the North and hammering down at about 30 MPH. With each gust the wall of my ice shack would bow inwards before slacking off.

As the ice shifted and moved it would ping and pop. This is actually a good thing. It mean it hasn’t broke up, strong ice carries sound. Bad ice just breaks apart.

Today I had igloo snow. The sort of stuff you could cut with a knife into a perfect block. The wind packed it just right. The Inuit have two hundred words for snow. It’s probably not enough.

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