I love the sound of ice hacking in the morning. It sounds like…winter. Since I’m a bit crazy and I’m one of those disgusting people with a naturally high set-point for happiness, so my second thought on seeing half an inch of ice on everything (my first was the obvious) was Cool! I finally have an excuse to haul out my ice hacker. There’s no substitute for a big-ass ice hacker with a heavy blade for beating on the ice.
So I went out and played, whaling on the ice. It’s so satisfying when whole sheets of ice break up and slide away. I got my exercise, a bit of sun, and that extra little bit of vengeance when you scatter one last dressing of salt and hear tiny crackles of ice convulsively melting.
Just about the best fun you can have with a stick with a piece of iron stuck on the end.