Sunday, January 10, 2010
In January, the days are just that long, and I’m thankful for both those minutes and a pair of lusty companions to share them with.
I’m also glad not to have to work on Sundays, so we can really take the measure of a couple of hours slowly strolling through the snowy woods.
The dogs had to be actively paused here, at the beginning of our walk, and even as obedient as they are, their attention is down the trail, not on me.
I’ve really wanted a tandem shot of the two of them in the air, and they obliged me pretty well here. I could ask for better lighting, but that would go against my whole sense of gratitude, wouldn’t it?
It’s a lovely walk, if a little muddy. Today, however, the stream was fairly high, and I realized if I took the dogs down it, they’d walk in the water, which would cause the snow to freeze into ice balls between their pads, which is very uncomfortable for them.
So, I decided to cut the corner of the trail and walk along the edge of the gorge instead of along the bottom.
Unfortunately, at the end of the gorge, there’s a swamp. The marked trail crosses the stream before the swamp, but we ended up on the wrong side. The dogs happily padded over the snow, but when big ol’ me walked out, my left foot broke through right in the middle and I was standing about shin-deep in cold mud. As I pushed my right foot down in order to extricate myself, it too broke through and got, shall we say, a little muddy.
While my shoes are goretexed, they’re not magic, and I was not wearing the proper socks for a moment like this.
Fortunately, the day wasn’t all that cold, so my feet managed to stay wet instead of frozen for the last mile or two. The shoes had to be washed with dish soap when we got home.
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