From Sunday until Wednesday, I drove around with a large chunk of ice on the top of my Pathfinder. You know how it goes: get home; think about it; decide to do it later; later comes along with inevitable forgetfulness. It is precisely this line of thinking that sentenced this little block of Lake Superior to sliding around on the top of my vehicle.

Last weekend’s snowshoe adventure onto Copper Harbor was the setting for my destined meeting with this chunk of ice. I saw something quite special in it and decided it had to leave the lake with me, so I set it atop my vehicle for careful transportation home.

Try to resist the temptation of staring at the cute face and focus on the block of ice on my head. Yeah, that’s my ice.

Wednesday, I decided to place the block of ice on a box in my garage. I was going to decorate my porch with it so my dinner guests, also my snowshoe companions, could enjoy a nice little chuckle as they entered my humble home. Unfortunately, I didn’t notice the chunk of ice sitting on the box until Friday – that inevitable forgetfulness thing. That is when the ice was moved to its new home on a table on my porch. I know – silly.

I told my boss about the chunk of ice sitting on top of my vehicle when I went to work on Monday. Man, did he ever have fun with that one! Aside from giving me the customary shit for it, he also laughingly inquired about the fate of the ice. “Are you going to put it in the freezer?”

That’s funny.

I replied that I wasn’t going to put it in the freezer since water evaporates even though it is frozen. The block of ice may not be the same come next fall. I don’t know. I am a bit of a nut, so I wouldn’t be surprised if little Lake Superior ended up in my freezer come spring.