Saturday, October 23, 2010

Snowmobiling with Santa, Part III

Summer isn’t summer without homemade ice cream. And you can’t make real homemade ice cream without glacier ice—the freshest, coldest, purest ice on earth. Dad surveyed the ice from the shore of Mendenhall Lake, eyed a piece that was close enough to reach then plunged in with hip waders, ice pick and burlap sack. While he was nabbing the perfect berg for our dessert, we three kids were facing a challenge of our own.

“Who can keep their feet in the water the longest? Ready? Go!”

“One thousand one, one thousand two, one thousand… AAAHHHH! Ow! Ow!” The bone cracking cold broke even the bravest of us within a few seconds.

Back home, sucking on a puzzle piece of glacier ice and waiting for dessert, I knew that the ice cream was just an afterthought to the experience.

3 comments:

Papa John said...

Maybe you didn't know that the waders were not insulated and didn't always keep out the ice-cold water. That glacier ice cream always exacted a cost, but it was worth it, don't you think?

betty said...

But why no mention of the ice worms?

Patty said...

Gotta save something for the book :-)