After all the fun of Thanksgiving power outages and sick kid, we made it out Saturday afternoon to enjoy the fresh snow at Windblown. Our plan was to stick Isaac in the pulk and get some exercise ourselves. Given how late we arrived, it wasn’t worth him attempting to ski, especially since his skis kept falling off.
Well, the best laid plans of mice and men did not work out. Last year Isaac was content in the pulk. But he has since spent a year being a semi-independent hiker. He did not want to just sit in the pulk. We skied around for a while with him on Tyson’s shoulders. Isaac liked the downhills. But Isaac had no interest in getting down. And was generally cranky if we were not doing exactly what he wanted. His one chearful input was to direct Tyson straight down the large ungroomed meadow. We finally got Isaac in the pulk, but by then Tyson’s knees were hurting too much. In the end, Tyson headed back to the lodge. Isaac agreed to a tour with me and fell asleep in the pulk. And I got to enjoy a wonderful twilight ski as the moon rose in a clear blue-black sky.