Monday, December 27, 2004
I used to live in NY, where there was a swampy area that would sometimes flood then freeze then snow. To get there you had to crawl through a jungle tunnel of poison ivy vines as thick as my wrists, but when you got there you had the rare privelege of skating magically over snow -- one of the coolest experiences in life. My little swamp lake was only about 1/8 of an acre, but then I was only 12. And I had it all to myself.