Morningside Cuesta sky watcher

They continued on, trekking trough the sea of snow. A question came from Vale, and he turned his head back momentarily to respond: “Not many. Just to always be careful on or even near the ice. It’s not easy to gauge the thickness from sight. Besides that, patience, as with all types of fishing.” 

Finally, they had made it to Mud Minnow River. He had dug away some of the snow to make a couple of sitting spots. Once that was done, he carefully edged up to the river’s edge, the ice was beginning to melt with the temperatures on the rise. He stepped away from the river, grabbed a decently sized rock, and chucked it onto the ice, immediately making a hole in the thin icy surface. Then, he waited, watching the hole.

“This is where things get slowed down. Just gotta watch and wait.”