ice fishing, 34 below
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Lake Simcoe, 2015.02.16
Today The Boy and I went ice fishing with Richard and his son. Everyone caught some perch except for Richard, the hands-down most experienced fisherman among us. As we passed through a low point on our way up, I glanced at the dashboard and saw -34oC. It could have been thirty degrees warmer, and we could still have been ice fishing. Brr - by 15 degrees, it was the coldest day I've seen in Ontario.
But we had a great time. In fact, keeping cool was more of a problem than being too cold. Until I accidentally knocked out the little Coleman stove, heh heh.