More ice, this time the milky kind. Smooth.
Freshly cut down, from the smell of it.
I was headed for this lake because I was curious what it looked like. Apparently you can reach it from the opposite side as well but I never found the path. If you look closely, you can see people ice fishing. Of course, the weather is really awful for photographs, even when the camera is flying. After this rather disappointing excursion to the lake, I hurried back quite a long way to the car to catch the train.
