I have never walked across Lake Mendota. For those
that are unaware, Lake Mendota is the largest of the four lakes in my hometown
of Madison, Wisconsin, which occupies a significant area of the city with its more
than 15 square miles of surface area. Now, let me be clear in stating I never
had any intention of walking across Lake Mendota, or any lake for that matter,
as a part of my "I have never..." year. In fact, I'll be the first to
admit the idea is more than a little stupid, and as someone that has a subtle
fear of falling through ice, it was the last thing I wanted to do in my year of
new experiences. Regardless, I found myself facing the challenge tonight as a
result of a sudden change in my "I have never..." plans and as a
result of my propensity to dig in my heels and be stubborn at the worst
possible moments.
Tonight was supposed to be a routine evening in my
"I have never..." year. I had a class scheduled for this evening, and
I was looking forward to learning something new. However, our third bout of
record-setting, "polar vortex" cold in as many weeks resulted in the
class being canceled just one hour before it was scheduled to start. That
occurrence left me scrambling to find another new experience that could fill
the void and rescue my "I have never..." year as this evening set in.
Unfortunately, every potential new experience I came across resulted in the
same four word conclusion that had caused the issue in the first place,
"Canceled due to weather." After nearly an hour of searching I met
nothing but dead ends, and the only thing to blame was the bitter cold.
As a result, my frustrated mind began shifting
focus to ways I could use the frigid weather to my advantage in my effort to
gain a new experience. With the sun setting and the wind chill pushing past -25
degrees Fahrenheit, I started rifling through ways I could stand up to the cold
and prove to myself its absolute control over the city, and over my "I
have never..." year, was in some way restricted. While I don't blame
anyone for looking out for the safety of all, I was over the idea of the cold
could forcing me inside and uprooting my plans for another time this winter.
Stated plainly, I was tired of winter owning me, and I wasn't going to let it
go this time.
Bring it... |
Geared up! |
Before leaving my house tonight I did my best to quell Rachael’s worries
and to reassure her I would be fine. Although I fully understood her concern,
the closer I came to my departure the more I realized my walk across Lake
Mendota was something I needed to do for myself. Every shred of reason in my
mind told me it was a stupid idea, but my desire to face winter, and all of its
harsh, bitter force, overwhelmed me. A reminder on the motto I have maintained
during the course of my “I have never...” year was all I needed to push myself
out into the cold. Reaching for the door handle I turned to Rachael and said
frankly, “I told myself this year would be about going the places people don’t
go, seeing the things people don’t see, discovering the experiences left
undiscovered, and living without fear. As foolish as it might be, this covers
every aspect of that motto, and something tells me I will be fine.” The remark did
little to alter the distressed look on Rachael’s face. “I love you. Just know
that I have to do this. It’s time for me to do this,” I said continuing.
Reluctantly, Rachael nodded her head and rose to her feet to give me a single
kiss. “It’s crazy, but if you need to do it, do it,” she said quietly, “Just
keep your phone someplace close in case you need help.” I nodded my head in
understanding and pulled Rachael in for an embrace, “I’ll be fine. This is just
another part of my story.”
The eastern shore, Tenney Park |
With that final remark, I grabbed the door handle and walked out into
the night. Without hesitation, I immediately began my trek down the street
toward the location I had designated as the starting point of my journey, Tenney
Park. The vacant, silent streets around me made the walk short, which left me
on the frozen shore of Lake Mendota much faster than I expected. Pausing to take
one last look at the fading remnants of light wrapping the western
horizon, I quietly spoke, “Well, this is it.” In response, the wind howled and punched
me with a blast of intense cold. The force of the wind caused my head to turn momentarily, directing my
eyes to the dim lights resting on the opposite shore. Knowing they
were the guide to my path, I took a deep breath and walked forward onto Lake
Mendota.
The view a few hundred yards out |
Well, that's reassuring |
In hope I could breathe life back into my camera, I tucked it between my
neck and my coat collar before continuing in my path across the lake. As I
walked I started noticing distinct sounds between the peaks of the wind. Quiet
creaks and groans periodically rolled into the air as I neared the center of
the lake. At first the noises caused me some concern, but a recount of the
persistent cold reminded me the ice beneath my feet was likely more than a foot
think. As a result, it was easy to identify the sounds as the lake responding
to the conditions on the surface. On the coldest night, the lake was talking,
and, frankly, I didn’t mind the company.
About half way... and pressing on |
“Shit. That can’t be...” I whispered to myself. Doing my best to get a
better look at the anomaly in the surface of the ice, I snapped my hood free
from the thin rim of ice that had formed between the fabric and my eyelashes and leaned forward to
get a better look. Still unable to determine whether the line was a result of
open water, I slowly lowered my body to the ice and lay on my stomach. Crawling forward slightly, I stretched my right arm out over the black line, formed
a fist, and slammed my hand against the darkened space. The force landed on a
solid, immovable surface, sending a dense thud into the air. Relieved at
finding a solid area over the black line, I rolled to my back and looked at the
stars. “Well, what now?” I asked as stared skyward. It was clear I could only
turn back or continue on, but the idea of giving up didn’t sit well with me. As
a result, I quickly decided I would continue forward, diverting my path along
the black line until it permitted me to get back on my previous track toward
the opposite shore. I knew it was risky and I knew it would take time, but I
wasn’t going to let a frozen over crack in the ice stop me from achieving my
objective.
Getting there |
Rising to my feet, I quickly pulled my phone out of my pocket to check
the time. With the device in hand, I promptly removed my glove and attempted to
unlock the touch screen. To my surprise, the few seconds of exposure to the
cold made the screen incapable of recognizing the heat from my finger. In
response, I raised the phone to my face and forced a strong, extended breath
onto it as I swiped my finger across the screen’s surface. Fortunately, the
heat was enough to trigger the phone’s screen, permitting me to unlock it and
check the time.
Similar to my previous experience with my camera, I watched as
the phone’s battery depleted from full to empty in the few seconds after I
unlocked the screen. Moments later, it pulled up a random contact in my phone
and began blinking randomly before the screen faded to an eerie gray in slow
motion. With a single buzz the phone immediately shutdown, leaving me slightly
panicked at the idea that my sole source of contact with the shore had been
stolen by the cold. As a result, I promptly tucked the phone between my coat
collar and my neck opposite my camera, hoping it too would come back to life
with some heat. The reality of the situation settling in, I closed my eyes for
a moment to think through my remaining trip and noticed a dull pain moving
across the surface of my eyes in response to the heat from my eyelids. With the
cold fighting me, I looked up to my destination and traced my altered path
through the air. “Time to keep moving,” I muttered as I put my glove back on my
hand and lifted my feet back into motion.
Looking back at my tracks... The yellow and white lights are from Tenney Park |
Over the next 15 minutes I made a large swooping path across the ice
until the black line narrowed and disappeared into an ice heave sealed together
with ice and snow. Stepping past the mound of frozen layers, I rechecked my
path and drove forward toward a gap in the lights of Lake Mendota’s north
shore. Figuring the darkness was likely the wilderness of Governor Nelson State
Park, I heightened my pace until I noticed a change in the ice beneath my feet.
The northeast portion of the ice was almost entirely free of snow, leaving a
slick surface of ice covering the bulk of the frozen terrain. Stopping to gauge
my best approach to navigating the pockets of exposed ice, I suddenly heard a
noise pierce the air. Accompanying a slight tremor beneath my feet, a sound
similar to an object striking a taut steel cable tore past me and rushed toward
the picnic point peninsula on the southwest portion of the lake. A quick check
of the space around me showed no change in the ice, but I remained cautious.
Eventually settling on the idea that the noise was likely a result of hairline
cracks forming in the ice, I closed my eyes and restarted my forward progress.
The north shore of the lake was within sight, I just needed to keep my feet
moving long enough to get there.
The west shore, Governor Nelson State Park |
After reaching the shore, I continued into Governor Nelson State Park
where I forced enough battery life out of my phone to make a call to Rachael.
Although I was confident I could have made the return journey across the lake
without any harm, the late hour and a desire for a hot meal made me decide it
was probably best to get a ride home. Eager to help me get home, Rachael was
quick to pick me up along the road in Governor Nelson State Park and help me
bring tonight’s “I have never...” experience to an end.
Made it! |
Initially concerned about my well-being, I assured Rachael I was fine on
the drive home, but in reality I was more than fine. My experience had left me
filled with a sense of wonder and pride that has been infrequently matched
during the course of my “I have never...” year. On a day when no one was
supposed to face the cold, I took it on and walked away. I had proven to myself
winter couldn’t own me, and I opened up entirely new possibilities for new
experiences in my life, even among the most frigid temperatures. Looking out
the car window on the ride home I thought back on my experience, recounting the
emotions that had carried me across Mendota. From that, I realized that when I
was standing on that barren lake looking on the distant light of the city, I
was happy. I felt free. I was alone with the coldest forces of nature, and they
showed me all of their beauty. To me, those are the moments, the stories, that
make life whole, and experiences like tonight prove to me there is no reason to stop seeking them.
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