On a frigid Friday night, Duke and I ventured to the Plymouth Ice Festival. It was 0 degrees. Bleh. But I love quaint, historic downtowns paired with twinkle lights and snow, and this ice fest was in precisely that. We stayed just long enough to see the displays, observe a couple of sculptors in action, eat homemade potato chips, and snap a couple of pics. It was neat watching the sculptors carve the displays. They were incredible!
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