On Tuesday Mark asked if we'd like to head up the peninsula to ski somewhere. Of course I said "yes!" for my pack.
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The trail mutts wondered what's taking so long! |
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Now we're heading west along the edge of town. |
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Looks as if Sam had groomed today. |
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This is a snow dog's heaven! |
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Now we're heading east into Fort Wilkins State park. |
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I'll run close to Sandy, so everyone thinks we're using a lead. |
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We ski past the park's main entrance. |
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We stop to see the concession building. |
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And read old announcements. |
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Us trail mutts can bound in the deep snow here. |
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Through the fort again. |
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Almost back. |
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Me and my pal Bella had such a nice romp here today. |
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