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Wild Ice The season is short, but so, so sweet. // Photos & story By Joey Sackett I grew up across from a lake, just outside of Chicago. The lake was murky and mostly useless, except in winter. Publicly maintained as an ice rink, it’s where I learned to ice skate, to play hockey. But there was another lake, this one at the back of a dead-end road. That lake was special; it’s where I learned to wild ice skate. It was hidden in the woods with no Zamboni, no plow, no rescue. I would glide across a lake all…