After convincing the roommate that the ice was thick enough, we decided to head out to the island by foot. There’s something really weird about walking out on the ice. My perception is five feet off because I’m used to sitting in a boat when I see all of the usual landmarks, not standing up. Plus, it’s just weird walking on what should be water for over a mile.

We tried to stay in the snowmobile lanes as much as we could because the ice is thicker in them compared to the rest of the ice on the lake. This is because when the snow is compressed on the ice because of the weight of the snowmobiles, the snow loses its insulating qualities, making the ice easier to freeze there.

Here’s a view close to the mainland:

We would cut across land whenever we could:

And it started to snow:

Finally though, Action Island was in sight: