Monday, February 8, 2010

Big Shew

When guests arrive, we outfit them appropriately.




We then send them off through the wooden turnstiles into the hinterland...



On snowshoes, of course.





They are happy to make tracks home.


2 comments:

  1. Again a wonderful, alluring challenge for the senses one has. Listening to the sound snow makes, feeling, tasteing and seeing the white delight, touching life, wondering where all the white goes, once the snow melts away.
    Please have a wonderful start into the new week.

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  2. Robert,
    How nice that you found this post. I found it saved as a draft and decided to publish it anyway as it is a happy memory for me.

    You wondering where the white goes reminds me of a toothpaste ad that I used to watch as a kid, "you'll wonder where the yellow went when you brush your teeth with Pepsodent."

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