The Canadian Marathon

We’ve had a few false starts this year, going way back to September, but this time the onset of winter feels more convincing. The signs are there … the ground’s gotten harder, the wind has a serious bite, the horses look like leggy bears, and Sid has been moved to the parking spot in front of the house.

Snow dump at the end of September.

In March, when we hauled Sid out to the Cypress Hills for a ski getaway, he was frozen to the ground and the truck just spun all four wheels on the ice. The whole rig—truck and trailer—had to be pulled with the tractor. Kind of funny, yes, but Nollind was not impressed. He doesn’t like doing things that have the potential to break something. Luckily, all went well on that occasion.

Releasing Sid from the ice in March.

So, this past week, in preparation for a journey south at some point, Nollind moved Sid from his regular, somewhat low parking spot in the grass, to the asphalt near the house. The trailer was stuck already, but not so seriously that the Dodge couldn’t pull him free.

I can’t say I don’t like winter because I love to roll in the snow and I enjoy staying cool and having a little snow to eat on a long walk. But, boy, once you’ve spent a winter in the deserts of the southwest, it’s hard to appreciate Canadian winter from start to finish, partly because those two things are so far apart. As I mentioned, we had our first little blast of winter in September and we could easily have snow and cold into April, even early May.

Nothing like a roll in the snow. Although grass is a pretty close second.

Winter in Canada is a marathon. There are a few areas of our country where winter is shorter and milder but, generally speaking, winter here is serious business. Lucky for me, I was adopted by people that believe dogs are part of the family and should therefore live with the family, not be left outdoors all the time. The down side is that I get pretty soft as a house dog and, unless I keep moving on a cold day, I get serious shivers and my feet don’t like to stay on the frozen ground.

Couch dog extraordinaire!

It was about -13°C (9°F) today with a wind-chill taking it down to -23°C (-9°F). T tried to put a jacket on me but, when I insisted on scraping myself through the caragana and lilac shrubs, she took it off before I destroyed the nylon outer shell. It worked! I’d rather be cold than have to wear clothes … although I do make an exception when it’s hot tub time. I can lie on the deck much more comfortably in a jacket.

Snowy walks can be pretty nice.

Today was only the first of many days of cold paws, shivering, and the resulting jackets and, God help me, boots (I’d rather lose my toes to frostbite than wear boots). But Sid parked in front of the house gives me hope, hope that winter will be cut short this year by journeying a few days to the south. Sunshine, sand, sunsets, and Sid. The stuff of dreams.

Boondocking at Dome Rock BLM near Quartzsite.

5 thoughts on “The Canadian Marathon

    1. I agree SC. Lookin sharp Chico Man and company. And right on the money regarding Canadian winter “…start to far apart” 😂
      I do hope you get your wish for some desert sand and sun. In the meanwhile, I’ll be wearing boots too if that helps 😉
      Hugs and snugs, Sus 🐾❤️

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      1. Can you actually walk in your boots? I have a hard time moving around. It’s like they’re stuck to the floor! Maybe if I have more practice. Logan used to wear them in the desert on the rocks when he got older. Maybe that is my fate too.
        Chico 🐾

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  1. Well I can actually but barefoot in the sand is always preferable. Practice will help for sure but hopefully you won’t need them for long 😉


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