One of my favorite places to be. Our good friend Ingrid joined us for some snowshoeing. The snow was soft powder in the open, crunchy under the trees and there was plenty of it. The pups ran helter skelter for almost 2 hours and are now sleeping it off. Not much sun, but not much wind, either. Temp hovered around 40 and we never saw any signs of people (although we heard a snowmobile off somewhere in the distance once or twice). We trekked across Swanson and then caught the trail down to Osprey. The dogs saw water and immediately decided that meant swim. Thankfully they just tiptoed around in the shallows, so their boots kept them dry.
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