FROZEN FOR THE AGES
Ron Rau
December 28, 1981
Each winter the northern lake beckons with its promise of fish below and frolic above, prevailing against, and even thriving upon, the intrusion and modern inventions of man
Snomovision had won Round 1 for the day. But I thought I could win Round 2 for the good ol' days.
"Hey, I've got an idea," I said.
"What?" said one.
"What?" said the other.
"What what what?" I mocked them.
"What what what what what?" They were jumping up and down now.
"It's a game we used to play called Track 'Em Up," I said.
"How do you play?"
"Well, we have just what we need, a fresh snow. All we do is go over to one of the islands. I start running and you guys count to a hundred, and then you try to track me in the snow. To win, all you have to do is see me."
It sounded good to them, though I did have to include a snowmobile ride to the island as a bribe. And I knew what was in their minds. After humoring me through my silly game, they would try to get me to take them for another marathon ride.