Seems Like Every Superbowl Sunday…

…I’m off hiking with the dogs before the game. (In a bored monotone: “Ooh, what a surprise.”) This year’s hike was, like the past three weekends, more swamp bushwhacking. This time I built a small campfire on a raised spit of land surrounded on three sides by wetland. My thighs, the fire, and Rollo’s body kept Mak warm in the cool wind.img_2325-2It was not the first time I’ve introduced a dog to ice. On January first of 2000, one of my rescue pit bulls slipped and was amazed by the solid, slippery surface. Rollo was also a neophyte and while he didn’t break through here, he did later, but only with one paw.img_2263

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