I
harnessed Leo, our vibrating dog, and tied his lead to the belt that my daughter Grace was wearing. It was our first skijoring expedition. I turned my back for a second to lock the car, and the dog pulled her off her feet. Of course he did. Our dog has issues. But after we untangled the skis and ropes, we had a miracle: The dog pulled; the Sugarbush Trails were perfectly groomed; it was in the 20s and calm. My whole pack skied through the snowcovered trees together. I almost howled to express my inner wolf, but I was afraid my wife would give me “The Look.”
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MARCH 2014
NORTHERN WILDS