1.6 🍁 Canadian Wilderness 🇨🇦

Part 1: Ice and the Mind

Ice cold. My toes were nearly frozen. Felt like they were going to fall off—chip off, crack off—like frozen ice, like how icebergs break away from the mother iceberg. All kinds of thoughts ran through my mind.

And then one loud one hit me: Wouldn’t it be easier just to go to the store and buy the damn fish? BINGO! I mean really—what were we doing out here? So cold, I could barely think straight.

Felt like my head was going to fall off. Or chip off. Chip right off my shoulders, like a block of ice breaking loose. And the cold… it was creeping up, inch by inch, toward my brain. Everything intact… until it’s not. Toward your brain.

For a split second, I half-jokingly thought: guillotine. Yeah—like my head would just drop clean off and hit the ice. Insane in the membrane. Bizarre, I know. But that’s Scott L. for you—always threading thoughts together in strange, abstract ways.

Even then, I heard a voice say, self… doesn’t it feel a lot better with four walls than none? I laughed, because yes, cabin or in-laws’ home, it’s much better than nothing.

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