It was a long week at school.
When Shannon called and offered to take me and Ben out again, I jumped (like Angel, the little hitchhiker)
She and Jake hauled us out several miles on the sno-gos.
Ben came in from Fairbanks this morning. His plane almost didn’t land because of the fog. I wouldn’t have believed him about the fog, except that everything was covered in hoarfrost.
Instead of skiing back along the road, we crossed Big Lake, which was absolutely spectacular.
It’s such a treat to be in the sunshine like this.
As it got later, the fog rolled back in. We passed through patches of it.
The fog and the fog of my breath clung to all the little hairs on my face. I think it’s actually a fairly fetching unibrow.
We were only out for three hours or so, but by the time we got home, I was wiped out.