All the hilly towns I’m driving through in central Pennsylvania are coated in a brilliantly glossy ice-coated snow shell due to a partial thaw followed by a freeze. The proprietor of this pet cemetery allowed me to look around, but warned me that if I let myself slide down the hill, I’d end up in the lake at its foot. He wasn’t kidding. I had to use my rental car keys to help claw my way back up the hill to the car, where my very warm and alive dog was waiting for me.

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