Tuesday, January 30, 2007

Good news for people who love bad news

So, like I said previously, Sam and I went into the White Mountains on Sunday. I took 10 dogs and we went to 32 miles (to Moose Creek cabin and back). We stopped at the cabin to have a sandwich and some coffee (meat snacks and kibble broth for the dogs). It was really, really warm and overcast. The trail was nice and there weren't that many people out there, so it was a really pleasant day. I had a couple of major tangles, one with Phil Joy, a Quest musher who we tried to pass head on but his leaders, instead of going around my team, plowed right up the middle. I ended up letting about half the team loose just to untangle all the lines. Then, leaving the cabin, Sister turned around into the team and got all tied up. Another lesson in patience for yours truly.
Anyway, here are some photos that Sam took of me on the trail, at the cabin with Hazel on the kitchen table and feeding at the break with Gus jumping up to get his lunch.
Peace




8 comments:

Anonymous said...

For us tropical livers, please define, "...really, really warm..."
It looks cold enough to freeze the arse off a brass monkey!
D&N

Anonymous said...

I can tell it's really, really warm - no ice crystals on the cabin windows, no frost on you eyebrows, no snow buildup on doggy's dew claws - oh yeah, and you're IN the cabin!

Really though... it has that warm winter look outside. A great winter frolic for sure.

Mere

akbushbaby said...

Really, really warm is about five to 10 below Celsius which is about 15 or 20 degrees F. Warm. Considering for us that we had 35 below a couple weeks ago, it feels like paradise now. I go outside with just a sweatshirt on. A cold snap's comin' though, I can feel it.

Anonymous said...

Not true!
As the photos you'll receive soon prove.
Really, really warm is about 80 degrees F and about 40% humidity. A nice cocktail in a coconut with fruit and a little umbrella would help with the definition.
What you are experiencing is delusion (a false, psychotic belief) in the extreme and very possibly brain freeze.
20 degrees F is barely tolerable. Cold and -35 is just plain "freezed up." I know. Lake Placid during the 1979 Olympic "pre-games" was -35 F and wind blowing about 20 mph.
Let's go surfin' in March, 2008, our condo in Maui! You'll have to leave the effing, bloody effing freezing effing smelly, loud, cold weather dogs home.

D&N

akbushbaby said...

Leave the effing dogs at home?! Done and done. Except Bully. He has to come with...I already bought him a banana hammock...
And BTW, men over 40...scratch that. No man is ever, EVER allowed to wear a banana hammock...EVER. So keep in the closet Hutson! Sometimes I'm so funny I can't take it.

Anonymous said...

You must mean "bandana hammock," and I've seen a few of those in the Harrel House!!!
What the (expletive deleted, one of the seven Geo. Carlin 'banned' words) is a "banana hammock?" Sounds something vaguely dildoish (nice word, that!).
Smiles to all.
BTW, since this is an anonymous post, what's the hell is a "hutson?" I've heard of a couple in the past, but my memory is failing, being over 40 and all! Oh, wait, I know someone over 40!!! And he's pretty cool, I think! You?
D & N

akbushbaby said...

Ok. If I have to explain what a banana hammock is, you obviously don't own one or plan to wear one in Maui...(huge sigh of relief from all womankind) Hee hee! Yes we love our bandanas 'round here. And yes, we wear neutral gang colours. I do know a few people over 40 and they're ok...they do tend to cling onto those hippy days a little, but hey, I can hang. Peace out. (See?)

Anonymous said...

OOHHH!!!
You must mean a "fruit cocktail" sock!
Tee hee hee.
We don't have any in this testosterone filled house, only manly boxers and surfer jam swimsuits. Neither of us could fit in a tiny hammock! What do we look like, fat Germans on holiday in France?
Your Over 40 & under 12 friends....
D&N