One hundred feet into the woods looks like 100 miles into the woods. The tree branches are weighted down with snow and hang so low that they've literally obliterated the well-cleared path. I do my best to find my way in, figuring I can follow my footprints back, but head back home before long. The way my dog Jerry runs around, joyously plowing through the deep snow, it's not always clear where my footprints are. So I turn around before I get lost in this Narnia-like ice cave. At one degree below zero, it seems like the thing to do today.
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