We crossed over Puslinch lake today with it's fishermans huts.
With the snowmobiles and trucks driving on it I was confident it was frozen solid enough for us to walk on, although I doubt I'd ever drive a vehicle I owned on a lake in Southern Ontario. Near the edges of the island it was slushy and wet, even with our cold temperatures.
Baby it's COLD outside!
"Black feather" replacing the cache.