Lake ice is mystifying and alive. Ever-changing, it speaks in groans, cracks, and thunderclaps, expanding and contracting through harsh winter months. Besides the ice, the only sound you hear is the crunch of the fresh snow beneath your boots. Those footprints will soon be filled in as the wind works to cover any trace of your passing. Some of the best meals I’ve ever eaten were next to a roaring fire surrounded by the eerie yet somehow...