When we get up the next morning everything is frozen. The roof of our tent has a layer of ice formed when our warm moist breath condensed layer after layer. I let Dawg out to go pee, and he returned before I could get dressed. Mr. Klimatovich proceeded to voice his displeasure that we were still in the warm tent and he was not being allowed back in for a morning nap.

Once I get some warm cloths on, I walk down to the Lake for some water. Dawg goes down for a drink and is startled when he terrifies 3 ducks hiding at the lake shore. I don't want him soaking wet in sub-freezing temperatures, so I ask him not to go in after them. You can see the warm fog rising from the lake.