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Beauty without Compromise


That is what Winter consistently teaches me: beauty without compromise. Never more true than in the North Woods of Minnesota, where I found myself in late December. Such cold: 14 degrees below zero. Such snow: 12 inches in 24 hours. A walk outside for a thin-blooded Southerner like me was tough going. Breathing the frigid air made me feel like I had dry ice packed in my lungs. The cold found its biting way through my layer on layer of miracle material. But, those are distant facts now. What stays with me is the memory of the Beauty--the great, great beauty of the well-wintered North, its whiteness and wildness preserved.


Highly recommended: Grand Ely Lodge and all things to see and do in the town of Ely, MN, and Wintergreen Dog Sledding.


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How beautiful all that snow is! Are you behind those pups? Happy 2009, Ysabel! I WILL see you soon.
C.
The photos are taken by my son and daughter-in-law who were the "mushers" . . . they got some nice photos until the camera froze!

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