Earlier this week I was hiding out in the house whining about the unfavorable weather when Erin Shepley sent a message. “It’s gorgeous out there!” Naturally I pulled back the door quilts and had a look for myself. Doggone. The sun had come out.
We headed out into the day. We paid a call at the Shepley’s just to prove we were paying attention. Erin told us they’d been out on the ice. “Just follow our tracks,” she said. “Definitely blogworthy.”
Miss Sadie, as is proper, led the way.
The ice shelf meandered off to the south.
An ice dragon guarded the northern path.
To the west distant ice mountains beckoned.
Westward it would be.
This is as far as I was willing to go. It may not look like a very big cliff, but if I had slid down it I would have had a bad time climbing back. I would have had to walk all the way to Northport to holler for help, and then I would have spent the rest of my life living it down.
The Cowboy was put in charge of my gloves while I took pictures. He said he would have run for help if I’d fallen down the cliff but I suspect he would have gotten distracted along the way.