Post-Boxing Day Blues

A moment of peace while the rest of the crew are out doing wintry stuff. I started a honking pot of chili for supper.

This is a chance to enjoy an all too brief moment of quiet; time to think, listen to some music, make notes.

Don't get me wrong! I love my family, but I do enjoy the peace of solitude.

Not much more to say for now.

Later, Mushers!

T'was the day before Christmas

Despite the many trials of traveling south for the holidays, FCC and I made it into the loving, if noisy arms of loved ones...and family.

To all who may pass Runamuk on your way home, Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!

Later, Mushers!

Who needs Sugar Plums

The last few days, while dealing with the frost, cold, and the latest snow fall, my mind has been wondering to the "good, old days". The smell of Christmas baking, and the opportunity to consume the same. Most of all, I have been thinking of Pork Pies.

First of all, let me assure you that no pig is harmed in the preparation of these tasty morsels. In truth, there is no meat whatsoever used in the manufacture of these bit-sized wonders.

You fill a shortbread tart shell with a cooked date mixture, and top it with a dab of maple icing.

You will have to excuse me. Drool on a keyboard is a bad thing!

Later, Mushers!

All I want for Christmas

As kids, we would look at the Eaton's Winter Catalogue for hours at end. Would Santa bring me this, or that?

FCC has moved up a little. She doesn't want anything big. Just a ring, preferably with a diamond or two.

I just love a woman with simple tastes!

Later, Mushers!

Options for a Happy Winter

Sometimes the best way to deal with the coming winter is to hibernate. Preferably, on a nice, comfy bed in front of a nice, toasty warm fire. Truly, the cat's meow!

Later, Mushers!

Winter Necesssities

FCC and I travelled to Nuddude to buy the essential of northern winter survival- a great, big honkin' snowmobile. The old Polaris wouldn't take another winter of beating around the wilds of Runamuk. Solution: borrow a boat big enough to get a new one back home, and headed of to Nuddude for a new rig.

After much research and study, we bought the first one we tried out. At least, we tried to be economical. Then again, you don't want a machine will crap out in the middle of an Arctic winter 50 km from "civilization". The flame red paint job will help Search and Rescue find the machine and our frozen corpses, if worse comes to worse.

Happy Christmas thoughts.

Later, Mushers!