It's Spring Somewhere

I'm sure of it. After three years in Alaska, I am savvy enough to realize that March and its "spring break" calendar, does not exactly match up to the actual weather.
As much as I would love to see a flower or two sprouting from the frozen tundra we call yard, we still can appreciate a fresh dumping of snow.

Yukon's sister and brother-in-law are visiting to witness the start of the Iditarod Sled Dog race this weekend, so more white stuff is favorable, not less. We've been watching the snow fall all day, much to Sister's delight.

Apparently the local bears are following the true calendar as well. Over the past few days a scrawny bear has been roaming the local ski and sled dog trails, leaving big prints in the snow. Occasionally bears will wake up, wander around a while, and then re-den until spring really appears. This is our version of Puxataunny Phil. If he sees snow, he goes back in and winter lasts for six more weeks, or months, depending upon the year.

To take advantage of the snowy day, we packed up and returned to our favorite sledding hill. The dog enjoyed the outing as well, skijoring for a bit before watching Bear and Yukon slip down the bumpy hill. He had a hard time when the guys went down the hill without him, however, and was most anxious to jump in Yukon's lap when they came back up for a breather.