Each day deserves a walk. Yes, it may be 12 degrees and the forest filled with new snow to the tune of 15 inches, but that is the time to drift out into the evening light. That was yesterday and I'm glad we did it.
Chester initially bounded down the trail like all happy dogs, there is that extra loft in the strides, the grins not intended, but just the look of a real smile. He bolts out and he returns to see if we were following. We were.
The light had already dropped low to the south and west. Solstice was only two days off and the suns time in the sky was short and powerless. The power part was noticeable because this time of year my solar panels struggle just to keep a few light and a audio system running.
At the lake two bundled fisherman were plying their trade standing almost motionless looking ridged like a couple of penguins. Neither had made contact with a fish but they noted the one tip-up they had. The larger fish made a wild run but the minute the hook was struck, it vanished, the bait taken.
The sun began to set. The sky flashed striated colors where the sun had been. We headed back after I had fallen into 6 inches of water that lay just under the snow. The snow shoes instantly froze with covering of mushy ice. Chester was accumulating hardened snow balls between his toes and was spending too much time chewing them out. We headed back, satisfied.
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