Last weekend I visited the Way North Frozen Tundra to visit my parents. My brother and Dad invited me to go ice fishing with them on The Big Lake. As we drove onto the lake, the only thing I could see was the one truck you can see here. Otherwise, there was nothing but white. Somehow Dad knew which direction to drive and after a couple of miles, he drove right up to the fish house he'd left out there days before.
Back at the house, my mom is mashing potatoes and preparing a delicious supper.