Sam has left for his week-long trip to Indy to photograph the national FFA convention. It's a gig he's been doing for over 20 years. I thought it would be nice to have the cabin to myself for a while but I miss him already. Bull and I have had some in depth political discussions however. He's from the Healy. You can't blame the guy for being a little conservative. I mean, he's missing a front tooth for crying out loud.
It snowed a lot here over the weekend. It's the latest snowfall in 30 years. I'm going to run dogs today but I don't think there's enough snow to get the sleds out just yet. More four-wheeler training for now. I bumped the teams up to nine miles on Friday and they all handled it very well. The only mishap was on the second run when my leaders got a little confused on this new trail and there was a little tangle. I stopped the team and realized that the cable gangline was wrapped around one of the yearlings legs. I unhooked him and tried to free his leg but he kept trying to bite me. He was biting because he was scared not because he was being aggressive. So after a few seconds I knew that I would have to get bitten to get him untangled, so I dove it. My left hand and wrist have a puncture and bruises, but nothing serious. As soon as I got Wylie free he ran around acting like nothing had happened.
I puttered around the house yesterday then split some wood while the puppies played in the snow. They were born in February and live in a covered pen, so all the snow was a bit of a shock at first. Funny stuff.
Let's see...what else? Oh yeah, I cut the tip of my finger off while chopping onions last night. I think it's in the salad. I couldn't find it. I also think it's a sign that Sam shouldn't go away anymore. Last time, I cut my leg with a chainsaw. My finger's fine and I'm expecting another gruesome scar.
Greets to Chris in Oregon. Welcome!