This morning, I watched the sky change from impenetrable blackness, to inky blue, to bright blue from my indoor bicycle trainer. The sun finally touched the treetops, illuminating them like candles. The world beckoned me outside with the promise of fluffy fresh snow and blue skies.When my family departed for the local downhill ski area, I sprinted out the door to cross country ski with my black and chocolate furry friends. They seized the moment, sprinting like wild bears through our snowy meadow, wrestling ferociously for a stick.
And, finally joining canine forces to porpoise through the snow together, one set of jaws clamped on each end of the most important stick in the universe.
We skiied to the zenith of our local trails, enjoying the alpine view.
R decided to lend his handsome face to the photo.
We skiied off-trail, looking for promising sites for the wildlife camera. The new snow foiled our search, erasing all animal signs except fresh tracks. As we searched, a chickadee chattered at us from a snow-pillowed pine bough.
The canines loved the unbroken powder, swimming through its depths and getting frosty faces!
Near the chickadee, the Labraduo decided to jump onto a boulder, a perfect photo pose!
At the very end of our sojourn, the wind kicked up, blowing the snow pillows off the trees and creating a white out. K hunkered down to wait for the gust to pass.
Aside from that sudden blast of wind, it was a blissful and peaceful ski through the forest. I had the gift of an hour of little pain while I skiied. It felt like a huge weight had been lifted from my shoulders, freeing me to relax and enjoy our beautiful world.