River Crossing

Like the deer, I walked across the frozen river to see if natural selection would sink me.  I wanted to try it last week, but the temperatures were pretty mild then, so I decided to wait.  The temperature this morning was twenty below, and today it was just twenty above, so I figured it should be mostly solid.  It was what we used to call a SWAG: scientific wild-ass guess.

There's a four inch layer of snow on top of the ice, so it's impossible to look for cracks and weak-looking spots, as if I would know what to look for, coming from Texas.  Worse, after that extremely cold night, the snow is dry and crunchy, so every step sounded like the ice was cracking.  But, nothing ventured, nothing gained.

Looking back across the river at my place.

Looking upstream from the middle of the river.

Looks like a nice reading chair . . .

except for all that ice in it.