To the nth degree

Life can get a little mundane, out here on the prairie, so Husband and I have developed an approach to the everyday grind that seems to help. To be fair, we've done this everywhere we've lived because let's face it, the Internet has pretty much destroyed any sense of awe and wonder left over after Jason Statham's movies have groin kicked all the rest.

And so I give you... Extreme Alberta!  

In today's episode we go on an Extreme Dog Walk.  Rather than simply take Meeker and Jesse to a park and walk the trails we decided to don snowshoes and head out across Cold Lake. Weather reports called for winds out of the north east at 20 kph, with nothing to slow it down from off the Arctic but the odd caribou.  Normally this would be enough to qualify as Extreme but why stop there? Let's let Meeker off his leash! And now lets chase him down as he races off into the distance toward what will turn out to be a very nice Dene Nation family out for an afternoon of ice fishing. On the opposite side of the lake. 

You really can watch him run away for three days.

The family was very accommodating and not at all irritated that a furry orange torpedo blasted into their camp, followed (much later) by two very out of breath idiots obviously too stupid to operate a snowmobile because who walks nowadays? Jesse is our best ambassador in these situations, where Husband and I would normally be ushered by gentle but firm hands to a safe place for the night.  She is adept at convincing people, through her sweetness, that she is obviously some sort of Lunatic Support Dog (LSD!).

Two hours later we returned to the van with both dogs, a half-eaten fish carcass gifted to Meeker by the family, wet boots and a limp. 

Next week: Extreme Groceries!