When we were stationed in the mountains, winter was our favorite season. We had annual ski passes to Copper Mountain and Monarch, and went skiing and snowboarding every single available weekend and even a few weeknights. After you've experienced 11,000 ft of mountain bowls, it is very difficult to get excited for skiing in Minnesota. (No offense, Mt. Kato, but really, it's not the same.) So we've spent our winters largely indoors up until now.
Aaron has some friends who are really into ice fishing. While I love to fish, the idea of fishing on a frozen lake doesn't exactly appeal to me. First, I like to be comfortable when I fish. That includes flip flops, shorts, a tank top and probably a beverage or two. I can't really picture being comfortable in base layers, a parka and mittens.
Then there's the whole fear of breaking through the ice thing. I know that people drive their trucks out on the lake and set up an entire ice fishing village out there, but that is pretty much the last thing in the world that makes sense to me. So I have avoided this activity like the plague.
But Aaron's into it - and his wonderful friends have offered to share their stuff until we get our own. So thanks, guys, for that.
In all seriousness, Aaron's friends are the most generous people; we feel really lucky to count them as friends. And Sunday was really a beautiful day, so....let's go ice fishing.
There's not a magical moment to share this time; no pivotal life truth to draw from this one. We just had our first real experience at what I can predict will be Aaron's next passion. He's already asking around about buying some gear to get started. I'm going to hold out for one of those 3 bed, 2 bath ice house models...dang! Some people really live it up out there!
Just a few pictures from our latest adventure:
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