Caged in Ice

My son-in-law Art Davis was behaving like an animal and caged himself on the Lake Superior shore recently. The roof of the cage was made of an ice cap that overhung a small, shallow cave in the bedrock along the coast. The bars were made of ice formed by the ever pounding waves and ever whistling winds of Superior. My son Drew took on the role of handler trying to subdue the trapped wild beast. But, alas, ice does not make a good cage, and Art was able to break out quite easily. The boys were messing around on a small island outside Copper Harbor. Actually, this outcropping of ancient volcanic rock is now a small peninsula. It was an islet some years back, when lake levels were much higher.