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Up to my waist in broken ice, snowshoes scrambling for good footing in the melting marsh, I struggled for breath as freezing water saturated clothing and skin. I wasn’t too busy to miss Pock sinking into a happy crouch. My dog was a Lab. Water—any water— was heaven-sent.

I learned to respect March outings by keeping close to shore where it’s only ankle deep. Or taking a nap.

“Nooooooo,” I yelled. “No, don’t jump! Not fun in here. Not FUN! Continue reading →