He and I went back, across the parking lot, up the frozen road, and to the vehicles so he could take off his wet things so his feet wouldn't freeze. When we reached the van I felt around in my pocket for the keys. Not there. The other pocket? Not there either. I distinctly remembered The Man using them earlier then giving them back to me. I checked the pockets again and then S and I went back to the lake, examining the snowy ground along the way while praying that our van wouldn't be stranded hours from home. We would have been able to shuttle some rides with others in our group, but getting our vehicle back home...
We arrived back at the lake. The Man had the keys. He had borrowed them, returned them, and borrowed them again. Whew! By that time S claimed his feet were warm so we all stayed and slid on the lake for awhile.
Here are The Man and J trying to convince The Dog to try his paw at skijoring.
The Man helping A slide on the parking lot.
Here is A with wonderful precious pinecones.
1 comment:
Wow, that is one huge pine cone!
I've never heard of skijoring. I bet one of my dogs would go for that. Looks like fun! One of the places on that link you posted is near Heidi. I wonder if someone should suggest she try it out with her dogs and let us know how it goes. :-)
Speaking of Heidi and frozen lakes, is that a crack on the ice I see?? :eek
I can totally relate to the "keys" concern. We have a place for our keys but it seems like every time we turn around lately, we have to run out to one vehicle or another to get something, so the keys aren't always where we thought they were.
Your blog is always so interesting to read! Have a good one, V. :-)
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