“When it snows, you have two choices: shovel or make snow angels." ~Anonymous
This weekend in Quinhagak the wind died down and activity picked up.
Correction there are four choices, also sledding on the hill (which we hope will grow in height as winter continues;)
Wow, pardon me, five choices, Steph and I walked the herd down to the ocean which had surprisingly swapped out it's summer/fall attire, featuring sprawling beach for a stylish ice pack edging, with that, the not so subtle threat of the coming disappearance entirely of our beloved beach altogether as more frozen water continues to move shoreward. This afternoon Sherry, Seekers, Ani and I seized the beach and went for a pre-skijoring run, that makes six choices when it snows;) Dogs and runners are now thoroughly anticipating the skijoring season.
Pics of the quickly disintegrating beach and the multiplying ice flows.
This is a snapshot of Quinhagak on our way back from the beach.
Shout Out To: My Gram and Auntie Shelly who so graciously called me this weekend to tell me they were eating at Dairy Queen and going shopping. Thank God for family to help me keep my perspective;)