Thursday, December 25, 2014

Christmas respite



With weekend work shifts, city commitments and travel to Florida to help move my Mom, I haven’t been up to Loveless for seven long weeks.

So when my editor offered me a chance to peel out of work early on Christmas Eve, I rushed home, scooped up the Black One and headed over the St. Croix River and into the woods.

It was a quick overnight, but the rush was worth it. Hours spent staring into middle space and listening to the dog snore. 

Our wake-up call came around 8 a.m. when a fisherman pulled up in front of my place towing a canvas ice house behind a snowmobile. Gotta love the dedication.

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