Most of the year, I bicycle to work.
But late each year the roads become too icy and it's time to walk. It's not a bad walk, about a mile and half, through a cedar forest...and it's all downhill...going to work.
Coming home is another story...
Here's my view as I break through the woods at the edge of the bluff:
That's not fog or snow swirling around lighthouse - it's steam.
The water is around 40 degrees, but the air this morning was around 5 below zero and that temperature differential causes the water to steam.
The old timers say the lake has to steam seven times before the ice makes; based on this weeks forecast, the ice will be making very soon!