Breaking Trail

Over the past three days (so far) we have gotten about a foot and a half of snow. In an effort to minimize the number of "doggie dulies" deposited on the back porch because Abby's legs are so short, I made some pathways for her through the backyard with my old school wooden snow shoes from Havelick's in my home town.

Instantly, I was 12 years old trudging through the woods creating trails for our dog teams to train on. (Until we got one of these, circa 1968) The deep resonate thump of the snow giving with each step and the powdery glisten sifting up through the rawhide on the shoes and the hushed tone of winter enveloped me like a welcome home.