The second time in my life the mighty Mon has frozen.
Holy shit. All that power, stopped in its tracks.
Stopped by mother nature, and some polar vortex thing (note: Polar Vortex is an actual weather phenomenon; not some off-brand fleece apparel for the sporty minded available at your friendly neighborhood Kohls)
And that is it. We freeze. The river freezes. Time stops, or at least slows down while all we can hear is the crunching of footsteps and the deafening silence of sound soaking ice.