The Last Windrow: A winter day on the Big Sioux River
I’m walking on the ice of the Big Sioux River. It’s January and the winding river that separates Iowa from South Dakota gurgles under the ice and my five-buckle overshoes.
The ice should be thick enough to hold me, but I’m ever watchful of dark patches that indicate the current is not far below.
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