While driving around Colorado I discovered a postcard in some town I was exploring. It had a drawing of an ice castle on it, with a horse-drawn sleigh in the foreground. The problem was- the ice castle was built in 1887, and had melted that same year.
My love of ice castles has only grown deeper since then, seeping into the everyday life of those who aren't nearly as impressed with the subject as I am. I make everyone watch documentaries about the "construction of an ice hotel." Repeatedly.
No one ever wants to go with me on my expeditions. They are usually very specific and not popular with the crowd. [for example: a trip to New Mexico to recreate Ansel Adams' Moonrise over Hernandez. Yes- I totally did it. By myself. [And got yelled at by a guy with a shotgun- story some other time]
This icy adventure to Quebec was no exception- nobody wanted to go. Except- guess what? Now I found that I could actually force someone to accompany me on my adventures- because now I had a child. How awesome is that! I was smart enough to leave the baby with my mom.
So- yes. I brought a kindergartner with me to sleep on a block of ice. To say it was cold would be the understatement of the century. My dream of sleeping in an ice castle had come true! But I really began questioning how this had ever made its way to the top of the list.
But wait- There's More! Click 'Read More' to hear the unexpected outcome ↓↓↓






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