Before I moved up here I would never have considered the virtual sport of waiting for the lakes to drop.
No, this is not a version of chicken little. It is a real phenomenon where Minneapololosians predict when the last crust of ice on the many metropolitan lakes will be overtaken by the moving water and literally drop to the bottom.
It is fascinating, and I am unable to find a reference to lake dropping in Google, although I'll admit to having the wrong term (via BioMom).
I just rode past Lake Harriet and Lake Calhoun and neither lake had dropped.
Clearly, there are a few weeks left until spring is officially here.