The only place I like ice is in my drink. I don't like to walk on it. I don't like to drive on it. I don't like to recreate on it.
This is a Thursday afternoon photo of Mountain Lake in Scranton's East Mountain section.
As you can see, someone drove something onto the ice, and lived to tell about it.
Many years ago, I was on an ice covered lake in Lycoming County, doing a story on someone who had fallen through the ice and who was safely rescued. The place where a photographer and I were standing was okay. The ice was of sufficient thickness. However, it's natural for the ice to crack and fracture a bit when you're standing on it. I stepped and heard an enormous cracking sound. I nearly jumped out of my skin and required a change of undergarments. The people on the lake got a good chuckle out of my fear, but we got our story.
Our area is lucky in that we have a number of first responders, fire departments and ambulance corps trained in ice rescue, but if you fall through the ice on a remote lake, there's no way they can get there in time.
This is the time of year that worries first responders. The weather is a tad warmer, or at least, it's supposed to be. The sun is stronger. The ice is thinner.
Please, be careful.