Lion Prints in the Fresh Snow

“As the morning sun back-lit our tent’s thin canvas shell, we sat shivering together, eyes wide and nerves shattered over the previous night’s ordeal. Hesitant fingers unzipped the tent flap a few inches from the top, but frosty breath blurred my vision as I pushed my forehead through the flimsy opening, hoping to see what...

Marching Forward

March stomped in on worn-out snowshoes in our area amid single-digit temps, creating many long sighs with eyes to the sky, asking, “Is this really necessary?” We in the Midwest aren’t alone in those sentiments or conditions, but we all deal with it the best that we can and keep our lives moving forward, hoping...

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