Some of the best times my dad and I ever had, was when the river finally froze over.
We waited for the ice to get thick enough so we could put up our small tent and go ice fishing. We had a space heater big enough to give us some heat, but not so big to melt the ice. We had a hole in the middle of the ice where we fished. Last year, our space heater died, and I thought we were going to die from hypothermia. My father told me not to worry. He had everything handled. He went to the car, and brought back what looked like a peat pot. He said it was like a portable fireplace. It gave plenty of heat inside. We pulled the tent off the river, but close to where our fishing hole was. With the peat furnace running, we could set up our tent again and be comfortable inside. We froze when fishing, but that was part of the fun. Dad thought it would be fun to spend the entire weekend out her fishing and camping, but as much as I loved ice fishing, I liked my warm bed better. We had six fish ready to go home by the end of the day. We packed up the tent and headed home. Dad said he couldn’t wait to get into the house and stand by the fireplace to warm him butt. I just wanted a hot shower and a warm bed. We fished all night long, and I felt like a popsicle.