#snowfortcity day 6. Leif Erikson Park. The fort of the tree people is the most durable and impressive structure so far. Albeit unfinished, the vision and craft of its architects (principally Morgan Pirsig) is impressive.

Also pictured is my restoration of Annmarie Geniusz’s Poseidon statue, which, having collapsed again after my inadequate restoration two days ago, I re-restored using a mortar of snow and Lake Superior water. It is still a ruin, but a noble one; arguably, a terrifying one, speaking to the inexorable ravages of time.

Time works differently here: if snow = stone, then 1 day = several hundred years, perhaps thousands. Today I also restored (to a limited extent) the ruins of Sean MacManus’ temple henge space, previously sacked by happy child vandals. These activities make me not just the prehistorical founder of Snow-Fort City, but its archaeological antecessor and historian.

Tomorrow (Sunday) is perhaps the last day to get work in before a week or more of subzero temps (hint hint all you snow builders).

The sledding is good here with laughing children heard literally every day of this project.

And whenever I’m at Leif Erikson Park, I go down to the lake and check the scene. I was prowling the shoreline looking for ice formations to photograph, and I literally thought, “I bet there’s something dead down here.” I didn’t smell it or anything – not consciously anyway. Moments later I turned around, saw a dead rabbit, and said, “AAAAIIIIGGGHHH!”