So, it was 26 degrees with a wind chill of 20 and freezing rain falling - what better time to go inner-tubing on the remains of the ten inches of snow that had fallen this week!
We suited up and tromped around the neighborhood, crunching through the ice-crust on the snow, looking for the perfect steep-enough-but-not-too-steep incline for slide-down. After a few fall starts, we found the perfect site, the hillside from Fourth Avenue down to the dog park trail. Coco tossed her tube down, got on at the lip of the slope, and... nothin'.
The tube just cracked the crust and sank into the soft snow beneath, holding our intrepid daredevil immobile. Conditions were not ideal, at all.
Undaunted (and to my surprise), Coco began dragging herself down the hill, using the inner-tube as a snopwplow to clear away the thin ice crust and the top layer of snow.
With that apparent success, I enjoined her to have the first run, but she insisted that honor go to me, since I was still at the top of the hill.
The success of the plow plan was not merely apparent, but actual! Bolstered with enthusiasm, Coco trekked back to to the starting line, and...
And with that winter activity ticked off the list, we came back inside for another cuppa.
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Shades of bliss - Bliss Park, I mean.
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