Pining for open water and a paddle
I love Winter. I wouldn’t have bought a cabin in Northern Wisconsin if I hadn’t been a winter camper and a cross-country skier.
February freezes that love to the shattering point. I miss my canoe. I miss my daily hours out on the lake drifting in the breeze, mind chock full of nada. Paddling the dogs to the island. Fish-watching (not fishing). Touring the beaver lodges. Paddling hard into the wind and then drifting back tired and sweaty. Playing tag with the loons.
The woodstove is glowing. Time to snuff bugs in ChipWits.