Conditions: Winter Weather Advisory in Effect. Total accumulation: 7-9
After almost three weeks of drought, we're back in the snow game today.
Ari and I decided to celebrate with a skijore on our neighbor's trail. The adventure began, as most good ones do, with a ceremonial roll: this time, around the tips of my skis.
That was soon followed by a considerably less ceremonial (but no less frequent) human crash, as we attempted to avoid the backyard fire pit and lawn furniture (who leaves lawn furniture out in January? Oh, yeah. Never mind.)
It was well after we recovered and had embarked upon the actual ski trails that I realized my camera had fallen out of my coat pocket. So you'll have to trust me when I tell you it was incredibly fast and very beautiful conditions. And you'll also have to trust me when I tell you that the caninaturalist was a champ on the trails--galloping her way through snow and stopping only a respectable number of times to smell things.
We made it back to the firepit and were delighted to find a partially frozen camera waiting for us (though my pride seems to have wandered away for good). To help me make sure the former still works (we've long since given up on the latter), Ari agreed to pose for a skijoring picture in the backyard to show off her form.
And another to remind me that a canine naturalist always has her priorities (read: squirrels) in order, regardless the whims and desires of her human: