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Snowshoeing and So Longs

Scott laughed at my breakfast. 

My mom loves Clue so we brought that up to play. Except whenever we play with Blake he wins everytime. 

I wasn't really in the Clue mood, so I did dishes of all things.

Scott had to give another lesson to my mom on how to use her phone. 

I thought I was done with the Geek Squad life.

The rest of us tried out our ice rink. 

Blake's more fancy than me. 

It's not the best rink in the world, but it works.


It was definitely smoother than in years past.



Momma Gail burned the garbage before they headed out. It's kind of her thing.

After skating all morning we headed back inside for hot cocoa. 

Oh yeah, after we left my parents house at Christmas, we had them keep Peanut so they could bring him up north. When we couldn't find him we realized he had gotten up on the top bunks.

I guess he taught him self to jump across.

Scott and I shared our leftovers for lunch. 

My dad had to work the next day so my parents had to head back home. We didn't want to leave yet so my dad taught Scott how to winterize the cottage and close up. 

I feel like I'm finally a man.

Then we went for a hike in the woods.

Brooke always says she wants to go snowshoeing, but when we go backcountry snowshoeing she changes her mind.

I just don't feel comfortable cutting through people's yards. 


The sun was setting already, so I was a bit worried about hiking too far.


I got a beard full of twigs and branches as we went along.


Eventually we got out of the woods and found a power line trail.


Blake took us to the prettiest little pond on earth.

We always called it Little Lake. 

Brooke wasn't that excited.


We had to get back because Brooke's with squirrel and gets hungry often.

I was so turned around as to where we were when I saw the lake. 

They played on the ice rink a bit, while I took in the views.

My parents took most of the food they brought with them. We talked about going to the grocery store, but instead we decided to make due with what we had. 

Mac and cheese, you can't complain about that.

Blake and I worked on crafts.

We were going to all see The Hobbit, but took too long eating dinner.

Then as it seemed apporiate we watched Iron Will. 

Filmed in Duluth, yo.

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M. Clinton said…
Hey Scottie, it's Brian Finstad. Those were actually my cousin's dogs in the movie Iron Will. My cousin Ron, who lives in Solon Springs Wisconsin (Douglas County) races sled dogs. My cousin Barb is an "extra" in one of the scenes as well.

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