I love to hike — in summer. Last winter, though, the kids and I decided to try something new: A winter hike along part of the thousand-mile Ice Age Trail in Wisconsin which was created by glaciers 12,000 years ago. It was cold. Very cold.
When you live in Minnesota, you learn to embrace winter. You have to. Otherwise, a sadness caused by sun deprivation can settle in you and last for five long, cold months. Since moving here, I’ve played sports I never heard of while growing up on the East Coast: Broomball. Ice curling. I’ve also rediscovered skiing.
While on the Ice Age Trail, we went cold caching to search for geological formations using a GPS. This was one of those stories where I wished I had done more research up front. I wished I had become a true cold weather warrior, one who could read a GPS and build an igloo for shelter. Instead, I worried about frostbite.
Read more about our cold caching journey in The Star Tribune.