Imagine you’re sitting on a thick, cold rock, a perfect seat from which to view the partially frozen body of water poised ahead. The air is just warm enough to be comfortable. Shuffling through the smaller stones at your feet, you try to find the flattest one, one that will skip across the water like a child’s finger jumping off a hot stove. The stone skips once, twice, and then lands on top of a long piece of white ice. Fortunately, you don’t have to imagine this. This beauty is Point au Roche State Park, and like so much else, our state is trying to take it away from us.
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