Stomping on Chunks of Ice
Who else is singing “Walking on walking on broken glass” after that title? No one? Ok, it’s just me then.
Anywho. The sun is shining, the wind is blowing, and that can only mean that the ice is melting. Chunks of it are being forced onto the banks of the Laramie River.
Shadow and I have to leap, climb, and stomp during our hike.
Look at how thick this piece of ice is. This thickness stretched from one side to the other and often tempted me to walk across. I never got up the nerve.