Ever since we realized we were heading up to The Pas, J.’s been talking about ice roads. There are a bunch of them around – most long-distance tracks that bring people and supplies into isolated reserves.
But we’ve also got one just up the street from us: a mini-version that gives fishermen an alternate route across the Saskatchewan River.
This weekend, to take the edge off the cabin fever, J. and I did a bit of car-hiking, including following the track over the ice.
I’ll admit I was nervous at first but once you see a few half-tonne trucks leading the way, you start to trust in the solidity of the water’s surface.