On Monday, Mike and I along with John and Sue (aka Tibby) Tibstra took ourselves out into the sub zero weather for a little walk along the river in the snow. Songs were sung - we talked album - trail was broken - we each took turns though I think John "Legs" Tibstra did more than his fair share. Sue and I being low slung vehicles mostly pushed snow aside with our thighs. Still we kept up with those who had a little more clearance and were exceptionally good sports, if not a tad competitive, when the boys decided flat land was enough and UP was the chosen route.I took my snowshoes off and used them kinda like crutches. Sue grabbed onto anything to help haul herself up to the top where John stood laughing. Mike brought up the tail, no doubt to make sure all the party made it safely up.
Were we cold? Nope. Wringing sweat bombs is what we were. Layers were shed and what Tibby calls *"black loads" were thrown into the washing machines back home. We drank sweet cranberry-apple tea, ate chocolates from the local candy shop and sang on the way home. Maybe there is a record deal in our future.
Our little trip was just what we all needed. A little hard work and a lot of fun for a bunch of old folks. But, the questions that is still out there is, can we walk today? Mostly. It's tomorrow I worry about.
Peace,
Karen
BTW...we are thinking about naming the band Whiskey Jack Savage
*a black load is just what it sounds like since almost all our longies are black.
1 comment:
So beautiful there! People here are really afraid of -20. :) You guys rock!
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