I woke up at 5am on a Sunday to a freezing cabin, put my snow clothes on, dug the cabin wagon out of a snow drift, got me and Scout loaded into an ice-cold car, drove an hour inch by inch on black ice, skied cross country a mile down to the shot, and was totally closed out. No sunrise, no winter wonderland, wind killed all the reflection in the Bay, closed out.
Scout woke up at 5am, ran outside to take a dump, jumped into the snow drift, slept in the car, chased me and my skis down to the shot, chased a bird, drank straight from an ice cold mountain stream, took another dump, took another nap in a snow drift while I tried to make something out of nothing, and then sat next to me getting his chin rubbed staring off into heaven. Guess who’s glass was half full and who’s was half empty.