Two nights ago we had a killing frost. With temperatures plunging into the mid 20’s in extreme northern Minnesota, I knew it was time to shut down the water at my small northwoods cabin. As I drove the backroads through the forest approaching NorthStar Lake, the lakes were steaming in an attempt conquer the early morning sun. It was a magical, mystical time to be in the wilderness.
Trumpeter Swans in the cold pond steam
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A beaver swims across a northwoods pond
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Our cabin … as it will look by Christmas
