Originally Posted by westofyou
I used to love it. Not bitter, bitter cold, but enough to appreciate the fire. The crowds aren't there and the deer are. Coleman lantern and a good book.
A bonus weekend would include another body for warmth.
I was nutty enough to go ice fishing too. Sometimes I'd go by myself. Nothing weirder than walking out on a desolate pond and hearing the eery creaking and crackling of the ice.