This weekend, I rode downtown and couldn’t help but notice there was more activity going on than usual on a Saturday morning. I conducted an investigation (which involved nothing more than asking a guy on the sidewalk what was going on) and learned the annual Hastings Chamber of Commerce Ice Sculpting Contest was taking place a little later in the day. I made a mental note to ride back downtown in order to witness the spectacle of chain saws & chisels & flying chips of ice.
Alas, as often happens, I didn’t revisit my brain to read that mental note. In fact, I didn’t remember it at all until I rode downtown again today. Ice sculptures were all over the place and that’s what reminded me to search for that mental note. Ah yes, there it was, right where I left it–in the hidden closet of my mind.
I took pictures of some of the ice sculptures. Then my hands got really cold thanks to having to remove my mittens so often in the 18-degree temperature. Luckily for me, I didn’t get frostbite, and luckily for you, I can’t bore you with pictures of every single one of the ice sculptures.