One of the many interesting traditions here in the North Land is that of ice fishing. If you've seen "Grumpy Old Men" then you know of what I speak. No, they weren't exaggerating. Small villages spring up in the wintertime on frozen lakes here, usually populated by men who are anxious to get out of the house, drink beer, and swear occasionally.
The Parade of Ice Houses is a tradition in one small Minnesota town. On the day after Thanksgiving, fishermen hook up their ice houses to the ice-house-trailer, assemble in a line, then parade through town on their way to the lake where they will rest for the winter, accomodating those men as described above.
Don't believe me? Check it out:
And yes ... this will be a scene in an upcoming book. Imagine, if you will, a body in a fish house ...