Our rickety steps complain beneath my ski boots as I descend into the cold night. I’ve switched off the lights inside the cabin. I’ve already hauled the generator out once today to charge our batteries. Every watt and amp must be earned when you live off-grid. Maddie, our dog, gives me a baleful look from the top of the stairs. She’s wrapped in a coat, all four feet strapped into bright red booties, but I understand her skepticism about this excursion. By December standards, it isn’t awful, somewhere around -5 degrees F. My breath emerges in a billowing cloud when I reassure her.
Absolutely breathtakingly beautiful
Thanks for the shoutout! And sharing yr memory!
So good Amy-- took me right there.
What a beautiful memory, and what a mighty dog! The list is humbling and am filled with gratitude to be on it.