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.
