Wascana Creek
It is the life of the crystal, the architect of the flake, the fire of the frost, the soul of the sunbeam. This crisp winter air is full of it. ”
–John Burroughs
Every winter, I walk by frozen Wascana Creek, and think wouldn’t it be awesome if it was turned into a skating rink!
prairie girl wonders 
I love this part of the lake – it’s right by my house. You can see some people ski and sled on it. I would be too nervous to go on!