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Upon arrival at the edge of the ice, we’d been welcomed by a staggering view as we looked down the shoreline. The ice stood tall, curving in various fashions, creating a maze of hills to explore.

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*all images are my own

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Subzero temperatures were little to bear to be able to see such beauty as these grandiose icebergs which had formed in our very own Lake Michigan.

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The soundtrack was reducing to three things: the crunch of the ice and snow underneath my boots, the blowing of the crisp wind past my face, and the rhythmic crashing of the waves.

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We weren’t sure about how well those ice mounds past the shoreline would support us, but we ventured over there anyway.

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We hadn’t seen something like this before; surely what was ahead of was unique. Gorgeous hills made up of snow and ice, all of which was created naturally.