We had a nice coating of snow, and decided to head into the woods.
All well into our third decade of life, trails weren't going to cut it. So when the trail ran out, we did the only sensible thing: get a GPS reading, point ourselves towards the nearest swamp, put the GPS (iPhone) away, and took off across a field and through the woods.
We were not without our mishaps and injuries. Thushan, ever spirited but sometimes lacking the patience to hold back ("He's got a criminal drive, but lacks a criminal instinct.")-- made up the vanguard. And we all know what that means...
After falling through the tenuous swamp-ice, he made a path across the an open stream bed that had frozen over. In the vicinity of a beaver damn, we estimated a couple feel of water beneath. So when he heard a crack, and the sound of water bubbling beneath the ice (see the last image)-- he made a bee-line for safer territory.