Where Dave is standing, on ice that is only about two days frozen, if he did fall through, it would only be knee deep. Still, plenty cold enough.
Safety first, on frozen lakes, always. So Dave took along his trusty axe and checked the ice depth. He went out about forty feet from the shore, chipping and chopping, until he came to ice that was less than two and a half inches. Then he came back in, and used that narrow band by the shoreline to enjoy a little skate time.
|and a little sunset time|
|icy teeth forming under the Main dock, where the mink was hanging out before he made his break for Beaver's dock|