This is a fishing hole we found last weekend whilst snowshoeing around Trillium Lake near Mt. Hood. You could see several concentric rings of ice where the lake had frozen and thawed over time. Where we were, the topmost layer of ice was about two feet thick. Suffice it to say, we were pretty confident walking on it.
In fact, some of us were so confident that we even attempted jumping from the dock into the pillowy snow resting on top of the ice. One person was bold enough to try this without snowshoes (not me). Here’s how deep his feet went:
In case you can’t tell, that’s water at the bottom of the hoke. We had to dig him out.
That was, in retrospect, the highlight of the hike. Isn’t it funny how it’s usually the dumb things we do (and survive, of course) that end up being the most memorable? Anyone else have story like this? I bet you do. If you feel like sharing, drop me a message.
By the way, my friend really is an intelligent person – most of the time. We all get a screw loose every now and then.
God bless, and good night!