Yesterday I received a New Year's greeting from a friend of mine, who
had done some diving (I think at Hamilton Lake) on New Year's Eve.
Until that moment, I had thought that some of the members of this group
were pretty far gone in their pursuit of kayak nirvana, flirting with
some very cold water.
However, I'd say that Mark and his buddy were even more masochistic.
Check out the pic (which I posted in the Cold Water folder on this
site). At least kayakers are (mostly) nestled into warm cocoons on top
of the ice -- with the rare exception of those few nutty guys who get
the urge to go swimming or look at fish.