Tummies full from a dog chow repast, they seem to smile as they eagerly haul their human loads along snow carpet paths. Refueled by hot toddies, a gourmet lunch and homemade cookies, we flop our overstuffed bodies onto overstuffed chairs, sinking heavily into them. Weary feet find respite and warmth, propped on the fireplace hearth. Outside, the frozen winter world is quiet, tranquil, sparkling. Snow drifts reach the window sill, insulating the lodge.
Sunlight gleams off the icy lake.
I feel I could sit here for days. But the sun has begun its decline, shadows are getting longer, the temperature is dropping and the return trip must be made. With more weight now to propel us, its all downhill to the trail head. We span the distance in less than an hour. Neither time enough to work off the calories nor the memories of a back country afternoon.