Last Dogsled Run of the Year

So our whole impetus for going up north was actually to go dogsledding at Wintermoon Summersun. Beatrix and I had gone up for a mother-daughter weekend a few years ago, and fallen in love with the whole world that Kathleen has built there. With covid, she has switched to dog day trips rather than weekends, and so we wanted to share it with Patrick. We had originally meant to go up a few weeks ago, but it was too cold, so we were really happy to get in for what turned out to be the last run of the season.

(I think the dogs were happy too).



Beatrix was happy to be riding with a team led by Finn. Last time we were there, he was a small puppy running around the cabin stealing Beatrix's mittens. Now he's a lead dog.


Monk and Wing, as wheel dogs, think he showboats a little too much but like him anyway.


It was Patrick's first time (other than a tiny run we had done at Birch's on the Lake right before the pandemic started last year), and I think he enjoyed it too! Plus he had a super power team so a fast run.


One of the best things about being at Wintermoon Summersun is the whole experience, where you discuss the time with the dogs, and what you learned from being on the run. Plus spending time with the dogs! Osa is still my favorite.


But the others are pretty great too.


It was a magical day as part of a magical weekend.


(Plus we got to stop at Betty's Pies on the way back, and get take-out from Vanilla Bean that we brought to Castle Danger Brewery to eat with a beer, talk about a trifecta!)



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