And just like that; right when the ski trail is bermed and packed, the dogs find their trot and the body is seasoned to the cold winter ends and spring arrives.  This weekend was sunny with highs in the mid forties.  I was lucky to have had a slight western breeze to cool the dog team off for the inbound runs during this last week of guiding.  Slush cloaked the lake ice so staying on the trail was imperative.

Northern lights were in the sky after a massive solar flare last week.  Owls and woodpeckers have joined the crows and black capped chickadee in the forest chorus.  Plenty of wolf sign.

Rain is falling...