Saturday Light, at times almost transparent, snow continues to fall. Each trip to the woodpile leaves fresh tracks. Light but persistent southest winds have moved the ice away from the lake shoreline, leaving little flows to dot the waterscape. The center of the harbor is open once again. Slush ice wallows in the swells moving onto the west beach.
Temperatures are moderate, just below freezing at mid-day, into the middle twenties at night.
A good time to be out on the ski trail but the body signals caution. I'll try it tommorrow. Abby will not be with me. The wonderdog is lame, moping about the camp on three legs. Not sure what has happened to her.