Bearly Recovering

The older I get the harder it is to recover from, well, just about everything. I know it comes with the territory but my brain just doesn’t want to accept that my body is unable to keep up like it used to. Despite all my best efforts, I can’t turn back time.

Our son brought his sled dogs over so along with ours, we spent Sunday up at Island Park with the whole pack and while we were only out for a couple of hours and only went for a few miles, it felt like we ran the Iditarod!

At least for me it did. The dogs would have been happy to do it all again on Monday (and Tuesday and…). Of course they’ll have to wait until this weekend when we can get back up the mountain with them.

In the meantime, I’ve been resting and working on my latest bear in between vacuuming fur from all the cracks and crevices. Juno is blowing her coat early, which might indicate spring will come sooner than later. We don’t really care what the groundhogs say, our huskies will let us know when winter is coming to an end by shedding half their body weight in fur!

If I were savvy, I’d use the excess fur to stuff my bears…

Of course either way we’ll be happy. Longer winter means more mushing. Early spring means the arrival of the tulips so it’s a win-win.

5 thoughts on “Bearly Recovering

  1. maristravels

    What a gorgeous picture of your huskies! And that snow. I’d just love to be there and experience that. Where i live in the UK we never see snow and with climate change even places like Switzerland and Sweden are seeing much less nowadays. Your picture sure beats anything I’ve seen in a long time.

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  2. I can relate to: my brain just doesn’t want to accept that my body is unable to keep up like it used to. Despite all my best efforts, I can’t turn back time.

    My knees are kuput and have been for a couple of years. I went from hiking miles, dancing, zumba and pilates, bodyboard, walk the shoreline and collect shells etc. etc. to a virtual cripple within months. My brain refuses to accept life as it is, and yearns for what it was. Some mornings I wake up and think it’s just a bad dream…but no

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