Years ago I found myself at the shore of Lake Michigan in the dead of winter. You guess it, we went out on the ice. I've never liked being on ice, still away we went. At the edge we looked over and down. Way down and under us was nothing but air. The fear at that moment, seeing ice bolders smashing back and forth, knowing if one fell in it was sure death is something I will never forget. We backed off slowly and that was the last time ever on the ice for me.