|Apostle Islands – ice caves in Wisconsin|
Apostle Island magic today!
Apparently we are in for another historic deep freeze,
and I can’t say I’m that torn up about it since
I just want to get my stay-at-home-Gypsy on
like Donkey Kong INSIDE, visit blogs,
bake bread, and simmer holiday spices on the stove.
I have shared gorgeous photos of ice caves in Wisconsin
before (Apostle Islands), and they are located not too
far from where we live.
The photos you see here are not by me,
and most were taken by Philip Schwarz.
Let’s return to the caves (also called sea caves)
and daydream a little about walking across
the ice, camera in hand.
How do you function in extreme weather?
Usually this is the only remedy that works:
BTW, that’s an unhealthy
volume of Mr. Bubble there, Mr. Montana.
Back to the PG-13 frigid weather story
(but did you see where my mind went there
with “the snow?!?”).
These ice caves at the Apostle Islands on the Wisconsin
coast of Lake Superior blow my mind with their splendor.
Maybe this year, it will get cold enough so that it
will be safe enough for trekking over the frozen lake to visit
the ice caves.
How does an ice cave come to be?
The caves are the result of a cool autumn and
winter polar vortexes where freeze and thaw cycles
create an otherworldly fantasyland.
What a treat!
Except for the part
you must walk on water
which may or may not support your weight after
baking my Christmas cookie recipe from yesterday.
…said no yoga pants or pajama jeans EVVVERRRR.
Just thinking about traipsing over a long expanse
of frozen lake has my anxiety flaring.
We’ll fall through the ice before we reach the caves!
Is this not magnificent in its Titanic-esque wonder?
One begins to see what all the fuss is about, and
one seriously considers dieting and braving
a polar vortex
to capture such images.
Yet one weighs the cost of foregoing Taco Bell
to make the 2-mile skate across the lake for
the frozen Apostle Islands spectacle.
Skillet Cheese Fries with Bacon (and how nifty to serve them from the cast iron?)
Whatever your winter weather wish may be,
I wish you zero calorie taco supremes,
starry nights in ice caves,
red-carpeted home offices with giant chairs,
warm bubbly baths under full moons,
winter heavens wearing an exalted simplicity
(paraphrasing John Burroughs, sort of).
Peace to you right where you are.