DAILY BULLDOG • January 10, 2026
On an early winter walk with my three-year-old in a local town forest, we heard our steps crunch on the frozen ground. The dirt of the trail had been pushed up on delicate columns of ice that looked like a pale sugar candy. “Why is it like ribbon candy?” he asked. We were crunching through a forest of needle ice. These needle-thin columns of ice extrude from the ground in rows and ribbons when the soil type and weather conditions are just right. ~ Rachel Sargent Mirus