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When I was a kid I used to visit an uncle in Minnesota who drove a school bus as a side job. In the cold of winter (and MN gets pretty darn cold) he would drop of the kids in the morning at school and take the shortcut across the lake back to the garage where he stored the bus.
I used to ice fish with him too. Once while out there I heard the cracking of ice in the distance. I wondered aloud if we had to worry and he told me you only worry when you don't hear anything as then the ice is getting soft and slushy.
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