Does it look like I’ve been on a visit to the southwest?
Believe it or not, these are the rest of my Ice Cave photos.
Dennis and I have talked about walking out to them for a couple of years now. It just seems that each time we decided to go, we found a reason (it’s too cold, or it’s so far, or I just wanna stay in the warm house. . .) not to.
So one morning, Dennis woke up at some ungodly hour, like 4 am and when he finally tired of tiptoeing around the house he splashed water on my face and pulled me out of the warm covers to go trudging a mile across a frozen lake in 8 degree weather.
The sun was shining brightly and with the promise of warmer days arriving soon, I knew this was one of the last chances to go this year, so I didn’t complain at all too much.
My legs got a great workout, and all the walking did warm me up, and beauty surrounded me!
I can’t say that I regretted one minute of it.
To get in this cave I had to sit down and scoot, but I think it was worth it.
That’s the opening I came through.
SO worth it!
I was sitting at the very back of the cave.
It felt so secluded and quiet that I think I could have napped there. But my butt started freezing, sitting on a frozen lake will do that.
Next year, they will all be different.
Looking up.
Massive sheet of ice. Easy to forget the rest of the world exists.
I did manage to find some dainty little ice crystals, too bad I didn’t have the macro lens with me.
Frozen waterfall.
And the best part is, you can touch it all you want.
