cottage weekend

There is no running water, so Jeff hacks a hole in the ice with an axe. Has to hack quite a bit; the ice is about a foot and a half thick. We spend Saturday evening reading, sitting by the fire, dozing, talking (trying not to doze WHILE we talk, of course). Jeff's mom makes a splendid meal. She recently broke a Canadian swimming record in the Masters division, by the way. I feel terribly unfit in comparison. Doesn't stop me from pigging out on dinner, of course.
Next day, we go out hiking behind the cottage for a bit, have lunch, then go home. I opt for snowshoes instead of skis this time, but regret the decision partway across the lake. Also, the sled seems heavier...or maybe I just ate too much at lunch. Anyway, it's a wee bit more challenging heading back across the lake, and when we finally reach the car I feel like throwing up my mittens a la Rocky style.
Sorry, haven't posted the California pics in my report yet, will do that this week.

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