Over the April 6th, Easter weekend, as the winter’s snow began to melt, the camp’s water, which was taken directly from a nearby creek, turned brown and began to smell. So I sought out a new source for water. I figured that we could get clean, fresh water from the still frozen-over, Little Lake. My wife, our Pomeranian dog Vincent, and I planned an excursion to the pristine lake, taking with us a borrowed ax and a container for some water.
The lake was still covered with snow and ice, (photo below) and I thought I could just chop through the ice to get some water. Chips of ice flew in all directions as I hacked away at the ice with the ax. It was hard work, I had to make the hole wider and wider as I chopped deeper and deeper into the ice.
I chopped down about twenty inches and never broke through the ice to water, so finally, with a new appreciation of the severity of Canadian winters, I accepted the fact that getting water by chopping through the Little Lake ice was a futile mission.
Luckily, we were able fill our containers down at Takla Lake, using the hole in the ice that the Jack family maintained throughout the winter for their water.
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