The snow slanted down hard, pushed ahead by what the weatherman would later say were 48-mph gusts.
If I had been home during such conditions, I’d never open the front door, but this was a long-anticipated trip with good friends, and we weren’t going to hunker down in the cabin – no matter how comfortable it was inside. Windy and frigidly cold, that’s what it was outside, and the lake had 17 inches of clear black ice capping its 45-acre surface.
