It's obvious Callie has never skied with anyone. Poles are to chase and heeding my commands go right out the window. But she did enjoy all the scents in the air. Tracking deer, coyote, other dogs, my bleeding hand (that's another story)--Callie Lou learned that staying well behind or well ahead of cross country skiers is imperative.
This was Callie's second time skiing off lead, so we headed to Wild Iris for the solitude offered in the quiet woods. Not long after we started, I had to switch to a warmer wax, and in the process, gashed my thumb which gushed blood. Of course, I'd forgotten a first aid kit, or even a bandanna to staunch the flow.
We skied for over an hour, meeting up with one other person (a 4-wheeler hunting coyotes with his dogs-grrrr). I decided it was a good turn around point and left hunter and dogs in the distance. Were the deer or coyotes watching us from the rocky ledges overhead?
