The happy hound
Gilligan waits impatiently in the truck while I gas up after taking the pack to the lake this morning. It was another incredible, crisp morning with a dusting of snow on the trails. As we walked into the rising sun, thousands of tiny sparkling snow flecks danced around in the wind like a swarm of brilliant insects. The snow must have been blowing up off the ground since there wasn't a cloud in the sky at the time. The effect was pretty amazing. Maybe I shouldn't spend so much time gazing into the sun ...
Posted by Bob Benz at February 18, 2007 6:31 PM