I was pleased with what I found. It's been a while since the temperature was consistently above 15F or so, so the lake was completely frozen. There were a few ice houses and cars on the lake, too--a perfect opportunity to get close to something I've previously only seen from the freeway. Also, I don't think I'd ever walked on a frozen lake before, so that was another first for me.
I was ill-prepared for the weather. It was 8F and breezy on the lake. I had jeans, a sweatshirt, gloves, running shoes, a beanie with a face mask, and that's it. My head stayed warm, but the rest of me was pretty frozen by the time I finished my 20-30 minutes out there.
I primarily stuck to the area of the lake that had been plowed, but did go off the path for a few minutes to get closer to the trees.
Like I mentioned, there were a few people out there, but it was extremely quiet--quieter than any place I've been in a long time.
As you might expect for a lake in suburbia, there are some really nice homes around the lake. The patio furniture under the leafless trees here made for a cool scene.
Most people on the lake had ice houses of some kind; these guys, however, were out in the open.
I don't know how long they were out there, but that must have made for a pleasant afternoon.
I wanted to walk further on the lake, but not having any boots for the snow, I decided to turn back. I noticed some big cracks in the ice on the way back to the parking lot, and the faint smell of charcoal being burned. That's right--someone was having a barbecue out on the lake.
Once I got back to the parking lot, I started wondering why I hadn't just driven my car out on the lake like everyone else. I had never done this either, and without the little lady at my side to freak out about the idea, I decided to drive out on the lake for a couple minutes, just so I could say that I had--nevermind the cracks in the ice I had just seen. Not a bad way to end an interesting adventure.
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