Sick Of Sick

Kian's signature of approval! Spring skiing rocks.

Kian, no peein' on the trail!

Deep tuck for a super fasssst descent.

At the warming hut, aka Train Robbers Hideaway, skiing and having lunch with
the Gray Jays. I suggest they change the hut name to Camp Robbers Hideaway.

Getting back to the Depot from Guthrie is a 3-step process:

1-Pack it!

2-Load it!

3-Kick it!

The slog continues. I suffered with a mild bug for almost 3-weeks but haven't ever really felt awesome since then, so it probably tallies more than a month of hell. I don't feel that bad, just not good enough to do anything fun.

Got back yesterday from the Chiwawa and Kian is sick again, although he seemed fine to me. This morning he complained that he was "full" but still wanted to eat and then he threw it all up. After I changed his clothes and cleaned it all up he did it again, but on a new set of clothes and on the carpet this time. I kept him on the linoleum after that. Don't feel sorry for him, he was in good spirits, but I had to clean it up. He was immediately whistling his version of twinkle, twinkle lucky star and kept asking me "what happened, daddy, what happened?" as though it were some unknown event which caused the mess. I just glared at him. He whistled.

We had another sweet weekend at the cabin and I had the pleasure of tugging Kian up to Guthrie Loop on an amazing Spring day. He fell asleep 5 minutes out and when I got to the loop I unhitched him, parked him on the shady side of a snowbank (it was warm up there in the sun) and then I got in about an hour and a half of skiing all within eyeshot of the Chariot. When he woke up I pulled him down to the Guthrie Loop warming hut where we had lunch, skied, and fed the Gray Jays.