Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Ice fishing shacks have always been incredibly romantic to me. Now keep in mind, I've never been in one...I have a feeling that if I had been in one, the romantic notions would fly right down the hole to the icy depths of the river and stay there a good long time. That little fact aside, I imagine pulling the days neccessities out to the shack on a baby's runner sled (much like this one), being cuddled up in thick wool, plaid blankets, drinking hot chocolate out of vintage plaid thermoses (there is lots of plaid in my imaginary fish shack), popping out the door for a quick ice skate when sitting became tedious, and of course old timers fish tales being told all day long, and laughter, lots and lots of laughter.
One of these days I'm going to have to find my way out there to one of those colorful little villages to see what they are really all about, and you can bet that when I do, I will be wearing plaid.
(You can also find me today as a guest at Winterness)