When the weather first turns cold, I always find that it takes a little bit of time before I realize that I can still go outside and do stuff. You’d think I’d remember from *last* year, or the year before, but I mostly just want to stay inside, in the comfort of a heated home, warm kitties, and blankets.
I snapped out of it last weekend, when Seth wanted to go searching for ice. I pulled on some baselayers, geared up, and headed out into the cold. We picked up a friend on the way, and went exploring!
The Mississippi River runs through Minneapolis, in some parts separating the cities of Minneapolis and St Paul. We knew of one place across the river where ice forms, and I had heard of another spot, but wasn’t sure exactly where it was.
Our search for ice turned into a lovely little tiny adventure!
One of my very favorite things about the Twin Cities is that it takes only a few minutes to feel like I’m *not* in the middle of a city. These falls are less than two miles from our house, and only a five minute walk from the busy streets above.
We continued our adventure from here, following trails down to the river, up little rock faces, down gullies and inlets.
There was one spot where plates of ice from the river were washing up on the shore. Among the sound of the waves was the delicate clinking of ice. Like little glass xylophones.
That was my favorite part.
From there, it was on to some climbing shenanigans. We tested our undercling traversing skills along the side of a wall:
And then headed out to find more ice.
This ice forms at the end of a city aqueduct that eventually drains into the river. When we climbed up top to check out potential anchors, we found some already there, bolted into the concrete. Yay!
A successful day of adventuring, only a few miles from home. The very definition of a tiny adventure.
Proof that we were still in the middle of the city? This graffiti, right above the anchors for that last ice climb.