I wrote a story this morning – a constructive response to a snowstorm. Then, after lunch, I girded my loins – as well as my shoulders, feet, head, and other appendages, put a collar on Abby, and headed out the door.
We walked across the street and down Walter’s property. I needed have no fear about where to find Abby in all this: about six inches behind me trying valiantly to stay in my tracks and not posthole so deeply that she would disappear altogether. I’d had a plan to snowshoe down all the roads to the water’s edge today (finally find the darn edge!) but I quickly abandoned that idea and struck off through the trees – for only one reason: the snow there tended to be a bit more crusted over and was so much easier for Abby to navigate.
At any rate, we did another circle tour of about ninety minutes – exploring other areas of the property – finding a swamp – climbing through it – getting creative in our explorations.
Abby was pretty well done by the time we got back.
Every day I hope to go for a longer, full-day hike – or a ski. None of that is looking possible for the next few days. Happily, I just got an email from Ben with a plan for Lepsoe cabin and north ridge on Friday. That one is now firmly in my book. Will do my best to get out as much as possible until then. All I can do is my best. But man, this winter is getting to me.
But hey! I’m getting lots of writing done!
Always look on the bright side of life – la-di-da-di-da.