Surrounded by glistening ice the tiny Island of fur trees sits admits a winter wonderland of brilliant white and shimmering wet glass like surfaces that reflect mirror images across to us. The small wooden dwellings tucked beneath the pines safe just above the frozen waterline shelter their inhabitants from the bitterest of weather.
Behind the lake a mountain slope disappears up into the sky, hemming us in it dwarfs the tiny isle at its feet. The frosty air is bitterly cold even though the sun shines down upon us, a gorgeous mountain day in Marble Canyon. Shall we chance the ice and see if anyone it home?