It’s been a mild winter, temperature-wise. Locals tell me that usually by now they’d be ice fishing: sitting on frozen-over lakes or bays in their small, warmly-heated huts on top of eighteen inches of ice, dangling lines into a hole.
But until recently, there was no ice on the water, so I had no idea that the forming of ice could be so gorgeous. But recently, the temperature has dropped. So ice has begun to take over the inland lakes, the streams, and the bays and harbor all along the shoreline of huge Lake Michigan.
I have no plans to learn ice-fishing. I am content to watch ice form, to study it and appreciate it. Door County once again does not disappoint. Even in the dark and cold of winter, there is no dearth of beauty.