Damn that snow!

Addendum to previous post.

What was that I just wrote about pulling the kids around in the sled on our snow covered lawn? Not one hour after I wrote that piece I'm out pulling the kids on a sled through said "deep snow." As I grab the rope, I start to run, backwards now so I can watch Margo's delight as I pull her thirty pounds effortlessly across the snow. Perhaps too effortlessly. My backwards plod in new Sorel boots were no match for the cold iron ring of the fire pit, hidden by a layer of freshly fallen snow. Aside from dumbfounded kids getting their first lesson in fallibility, what was I left with? A torn glove, a few lacerations, a badly sprained hand and wrist, and a good reminder to check one's blind spot.

Let it snow

After two seasons wearing tennis shoes and Gore-Tex lined hiking boots, I finally re-established myself as a Minnesotan and purchased a pair of classic Sorel snow boots. After enduring the pounding snowstorm and well-below-zero temperatures of last winter, I am now as prepared as I should have been. Additionally, I anticipate logging more hours trudging through deep snow while pulling a sled carrying Miles and Margo. No more frozen ankles!