I’m baaaaaa-aaaack
Cats: Canada, travels|… after a glorious week of dog-sledding and skiing in Newfoundland.
I’m happy to report that I wasn’t eaten by the dogs, although I do appreciate the concern, Doc.
There were a few crazy-arsed moments when the dogs took off and I was left in the sled with tree trucks approaching at speed. (I want my blankie!)
Let’s just say that I enjoyed standing on the back of the sled “mushing” more than I enjoyed sitting in the sled while my dearest did the mushing and I did the yelling to “slooowww downnn, damn it!”
We sledded and skidded through wooded trails and over ice-and-snow-covered lakes, up and down hills for more than three hours. The day was perfect, about -1 or -2C with a brilliant March sun dishing out face-warming BTUs.
We lunched in a winter tent with a wood stove that we used to grill our egg-salad sandwiches. And for dessert we made maple toffee in the snow.
There were moments out there in the middle of nowhere when I identified strongly with the peoples of previous centuries who used dogs and sleds as their vehicles for chasing food and running away from predators.
Those huskies are amazing animals with energy to burn.
I have pictures which I will post in the next day or two when I’m caught up with all else.
March 22nd, 2009 at 7:07 pm
That sounds like an amazing good time. Wow.
March 22nd, 2009 at 10:09 pm
I can see the book now, “Typing At 15 MPH, Sideways And There Goes My Sandwich,” by Gifted Typist.
March 22nd, 2009 at 10:35 pm
You are an intrepid woman. I’m glad you had a good time!
March 22nd, 2009 at 10:42 pm
Sounds great – our day of skiing at Wentworth, with the added frisson of the car’s “low fuel” light coming on as we pulled out of the parking lots pales to insignificance. Make sure you check out theCoast’s article on the Herald in last Thurs’ paper.
March 23rd, 2009 at 1:21 am
Amazing.
Can’t wait for the photos.
March 23rd, 2009 at 11:22 am
I wish I had the energy of a huskie. Maybe then I’d actually get to the gym without someone having to set fire to my arse.
March 23rd, 2009 at 11:51 am
Sounds awesome. I’m jealous.
March 23rd, 2009 at 11:54 am
Yee haw!
Nothing like getting out into the wilds. It provides a great backdrop to reflect on life.
March 23rd, 2009 at 2:23 pm
I picture you like Homer Simpson, whipping the dogs constantly – “run, run, jump, jump, sleep, sleep!’
March 23rd, 2009 at 2:29 pm
I’m glad to hear you made it out unscathed. It would be a shame if those little typists had to learn Qwerty from some stranger because Mum had met her demise as the blue plate special for some wolves or she made the simple mistake of eating the wrong color snow.
Glad you had fun, and can’t wait to see the pictures.
Doc
March 23rd, 2009 at 2:59 pm
Bubs, it was, you must try it sometime
Cormac, will you be my agent?
cdp, a good time was had, although it took a bit of time to realize that it was fun having tree trunks coming at you at speed
Tagbagger, I don’t know, running out of gas in rural NS in the middle of winter sounds like movie potential to me.
March 23rd, 2009 at 3:01 pm
Allison, I would have thought they’d have dog sledding in your new home
Racquel, if you were one of those huskies, you wouldn’t need the gym, but they eat raw harp seal.
Lori, it was awesome in the truest sense of the word
Dick, you were thought about and mentioned that day. You would have loved this
March 23rd, 2009 at 3:02 pm
BeckEye, and saying Doh!
Doc, my little typists thank you for your kind thoughts. It was an experience never to be forgotten. Pictures at 11.
March 23rd, 2009 at 3:47 pm
Ugh, you’re so awesome…I can’t love you any more than I do, so I hate you instead.
March 23rd, 2009 at 6:16 pm
Sounds like a dream winter vacation. The getting-away-from-it-all part sounds dreamy to me, the cold, not so much. I’m an inveterate Floridian, part of my mind fears that kind of cold. In any case, I’m glad you had fun and are back to the keyboard.
April 3rd, 2009 at 5:53 pm
Sounds like you had fun! I am a dog musher and I must admit I prefer being with my 16 sled dogs and enjoying nature.
There is nothing like the peace on the trail
Run Silent, Run Dogs