Another well crafted puzzle which yielded a location that seemed reachable from the site of the Dance Steps final. Within the first 100 feet, I was breaking through ice from a low spot near the road. Only a couple of inches deep, so I trudged on. The arrow kept pointing me to a likely landmark and the ice in the marshes was quite solid. The trouble started when I got within 100 feet of my destination. This was obviously a flood plain or a rivulet with large expanses of yellowish, slushy ice that cracked and creaked as I edged my way forward. Not at all confident about the depth of the water below the ice, I remembered the technique of lying on the ice to spread my mass over a larger surface area. I wiggled forward some more and stopped to consider one of my life's maxims, "What's the worst that could happen?" Crashing through the ice and walking back to the car with my clothes freezing around my body didn't seem that appealing to me and I do have an agreement with Burrgirl not to do anything TOO stupid. With that in mind, I stood up and made a strategic retreat. There is obviously another way to reach the cache, one requiring a longer, but safer hike. I'll be back on a warmer day.