Polar vortex, frost-quakes, ice storms and never ending white stuff…this is a winter only a snow dog could love…Yes that is a house disappearing behind the latest snow clearing efforts. It’s been unrelenting since early December. Sure, a walk on snow covered trails with my trusty polar dog has a thrill of it’s own but this winter it’s wearing a little thin.
Call me soft or just getting older but when there are chairs waiting in the sun just a 5 hour flight away why wouldn’t you make the great escape?
Those who escape the whole winter are called ‘snowbirds’ because they arrive from the North as the snow starts to fall. Those of us who get a shorter reprieve from the great white north could perhaps be considered sunbirds since that is what we are chasing just long enough to thaw out our toes.
So leaving snow loving dog with ski crazy son and granddaughter we arrive at a gentler, warmer place.