The weather report is foreboding. I question the wisdom of going out. But I go anyway, as always. Extra layers, a warmer hat and gloves, and I am gliding over the powder to the river in comfort. This is the first day the river is frozen solid all the way across. I am wise not to stop for pictures - just one, and I quickly ski on. Because I can't stand still in this cold and remove my thick gloves. Suzi and Charlie don't mind the temperature; it's dry and bright and they want what I want, this fresh air, this awakening of senses, this freedom to move and to smell and push on and feel welcome under the quiet trees. 

All photos and text copyright Kelly DuMar 2017