Lake Woodward
When you get out towards 82nd, some of the east-west side streets become a bit sketchier. Judging from the ice scattered around some of the locals think that a 30' diameter lake is more of a feature than a bug (and I must admit that if (a) the trek wasn’t laden with groceries and (b) it had been warmer than 32°F I would have been sorely tempted to try and punch a line through the middle of the (for lack of a better word) puddle.)