Snow Fun

Sometimes I get a little pang of envy when I hear about knitters meeting at the corner cafe, or toodling down the block for movies and pajamas, or approaching another knitter in the grocery to learn more about their shawl.  None of that happens where I live. But envy, yuck, such an ugly thing; I am embarrassed.  Because really, this is where I live:

This is the back of my Mom's barn.  She lives next door.

my teenager

This is the way we spent today. It's February vacation, and we have gorgeous, fresh snow.

While out on the trails, about ten miles from home, we came across one of my high school girlfriends.  She was on her way to work, on her Ski-doo.  She's a bookkeeper.

Two weeks ago our snowmobile club had our annual Cookout at the Lookout, complete with fireworks in the snow.
 

My kids fish, hike, ski and snowmobile, my friends commute on Ski-doos, I can drive a go-cart to my Mom's, and I can back up to a hot wood stove when my bum is cold.  The livin' is good here, yup.