It’s c-c-c-cold these days, but the mutt still needs her regular exercise (as I do). Last spring, I purchased a harness for us to try bikejoring, which Smidgen seemed to take to quite naturally, so I thought I’d try it with my skis.
I’m not yet stable on my skis (aka falling a lot), so I decided to start out at Chadburn Lake where there are one-way trails and less people to run into (aka injure).
As you know, daylight time is short at this time of year in the Great White North, so if I don’t get off my butt early enough, I miss the window of opportunity. Because I didn’t get going until 1 or 1:30 yesterday, I couldn’t venture too far and ended up in the subdivision being built next to Arkell, a place that used to be part of a beautiful trail where I walked my dog.
Oh, and did I mention that it’s much more fun on skis?
Although the sky was cloudy, you could still get a glimpse of Grey Mountain in the distance. Of course, Smidgen kept wanting to go toward Dave who was taking the photos: