It was a beautiful Sunday to be skiing the trails, so off I went. I never actually planned to visit any caches today (and certainly not do any adventure travel on my flimsy old woodens skis!), but when I looked over at the island, and my GPS said it was soooo close, I went for it. (Some of the best things in life come from impulse decisions...)
Don't approach this cache from the north! It's, ahem, a bit of a challenge on skis. (I'll be smarter for next time...) I also skied into a slushy spot (water on the ice, hidden by snow), so I had to quickly wipe about 10 pounds of swampy-smelling slush off my skis before it froze solid.
Fun stuff. Anyway, I found the cache right were I left it, looking mighty lonely. When I opened it up, this critter crawled right up my arm. I think he wanted to come with me...