Late one evening, after a gloriously long skate-ski, sipping tea and just being happy. I always feel guilty about doing things without the dogs or my husband, but late one evening I decided I needed to get out and burn some energy. I drove the truck way up the hill and set out with nothing other than skis on my feet and a headlamp on my head. I had the whole area to myself, and it felt truly so magical to be out in the dark of the night with only the silence of this forest’s winters breath.
Wishing you all happy adventures this weekend.