Deep Winter died two weeks ago. The roads were clearing. There were sounds of running water. Deep Winter's icy rule over the northwoods was over. Thaw, the third sub-season of Winter, was crowned and placed on the now slushy throne. At the start of last week, all was good...until it wasn't. Deep Winter's corpse raised up and began shuffling around the lake shore. Everything it touched turned into a hard, frozen, frictionless surface. We put on hats and began over-writing an un-epitaph.