Last Saturday I simply stayed home and cleaned house. Still unpacking, even though I moved last June. That's about par for the Master Procrastinator.
Then a nice movie with the boyfriend, and cozy dinner of pineapple pork. It turned out so well that we ate it for breakfast and lunch the next day, too.
Sunday was the opposite. We drove out to Ester and got on the snow machines and suddenly it was a much faster world! Beautiful, too!
We zipped past the quarry, we revved up the hills, we snorted and grumbled along windy, twisty trails through deep woods complete with fantastic alien shapes created by snow falling on snags and bushes. The sun shone golden through the trees and though I looked, I didn't see any moose this time. (They generally hear the snow machines and exit before we get there, but not always.)
As we headed to the top of Ester dome, we stopped several times to look down at the view, more hills off in the distance and the sun as friendly as it could be, dark golden in the blue sky. All the way to the top, and then we visited with some college students who had stupidly driven a truck up the snow machine trail and had gotten stuck. There wasn't anything we could do to get them unstuck, but they were warned about not driving autos on the snow machine trails and left to their shoveling. We headed back down.
On the way down we had to stop two more times to visit with friends. One fella was out checking his trapline, and the other couple were just having fun riding the trails. I love where I live.