IT'S THE EVIL CUBE OF DOOOOOOOOOM!

Or, maybe it's just a little tent with ice fishermen and they are all flipping me off - but I'm going with EVIL CUBE OF DOOM because I think that's funnier.
So there.

We searched for a bridge, and ended up at a lake with people fishing. 'Our' lake, that has a river running through, is un-ice-fishable but other lakes are still pretty solid. With emphasis on 'pretty' - I wasn't stepping on any ice there.

Next up: mushroom soup with garlic beer bread and Argo. Sundays FTW.