A Son of Norway is all set up to let his Malamute Husky cross breed take him for out a fine winter glide. On return, he said, she is happiest when she is very tired. Too bad I couldn't get the happy smile on her face, too. The sport is called "skijoring." A perfect reason to have a husky in the house.
Here a new papa is converting the stroller to a sled by replacing the wheels with skis. Baby and mom waited in the warm car while dad got things ready. He told me that when baby is big enough for her own skis, they could sell the rig, but I suggested he save it for the next one. This drew a skeptical sigh from him, and he said "no, I think I'll plan on selling it."
Here comes the distinctly Viking Trollhaugen snowcat to pick up passengers bound for the lodge. It's a long time since we prayed to be delivered from the rage of the Norsemen and things that go bump in the night -- now we're happy to see them coming our way to take us up hill easily to their warm, fragrant sunny and hospitable lodge and network of beautiful groomed ski trails. My own ski skills are so humble, I hope I can reincarnate as one qualified to join the Sons of Norway and ski with the best of them!
And now for an array of images from my happy day wearing my favorite footwear, my "instruments of happiness and delight," snowshoes, with a nice backpack cargo including the 10 essentials, a thermos of hot tea and a tasty Orchard Bar:
Winter is really not so bad around here!