It's THE thing to do this winter. People are coming to the Apostle Islands from all over the country - in fact, from all over the world - to see the Ice Caves. Ah, the power of the media… and nature, too, I suppose…
So when there was finally a warm, sunny day mid-week - I really don't like crowds - I decided it was time to go myself. It is the first time since I moved here that the lake was frozen enough to be able to see the caves, so I figured I'd better take advantage of the opportunity. I hiked the three or four miles total required for the trip - counting getting to the car, which was parked a fair distance away from the steps down to the lake. I survived, got some good photos and my grandchildren were impressed with my pictures and my stamina.
My hiking partner Elizabeth and I were starving afterwards. We felt we had earned a good meal, so we went to Maggie's for some Northern Mex. Then we went to the Bayfield Rec Center and sat in the hot tub!!
I can't help thinking a solitary visit to the caves would be etherial. Perhaps a late night visit, like the one Jeff Rennicke made when he got to photograph the caves and the northern lights?
Or… wouldn't it be something to visit the caves on Devil's Island???