This isn't our usual way to get to the beach so we laughed at the sign filled in with snow on the stairway.
The ice appeared safe with lots of footsteps preceding ours. We avoided the chunky ice because beyond that it was open water.
Of course it was a bikeless day.
I'm not sure how these gorgeous chunks of ice got here.
Our youngest son pushed the block like a curling stone...or at least tried to.
Ahhh, pristine whiteness and pressure cracks.
The return trip along the slippery path.