The gods dropped over a foot of it on us the night I arrived.
Dax remains undeterred.
Before my adventure sidekick and I can go skiing, we must first find the driveway.
Might be -10, but throwing snow up onto the already 7 foot high snowbanks is great cardio.
The snowblower master:
Finally, we escape to the trails.
Chuck's first time on skis in years and both of them their first time skijoring. A+.
Crashed out after all that fresh air.
Slowly taking over every inch of my mother's house with doggy apparel.
Peter refuses to engage with the white stuff and holds the fort down.
Dax begs to go back out.
"Please, Grandpa, let's go snowshoeing some more."
Burning up the trails.
Chester is well mannered, Dax, not so much.
When he knocks me off my feet, he's irked that I've slowed us down!!!
Unfortunately, it only takes him an hour each time to refuel before Dax is ready to roll again.
Chuck and I fell in love with Larose Forest.
So much so, we returned twice.
Snowshoeing, skiing and mushing trails.
Dax's environment.
And mine. Where I could stay all day.
Helps to have a stepdad who's a Scandinavian Energizer Bunny.
He keeps going and going...
