After the fire tower, we went down to the shore for a closer look at the ice. I figured we’d be fine walking out to the island, but our roommate wasn’t so sure of the ice’s thickness. After seeing so many snowmobiles pass us while we were hanging out on the town dock, he started to feel a bit more confident about our trek out on the ice.

Looking back at Tower Hill:

The Island Queen V taking a long winter nap:

A snowy self portrait at the end of the pier: