Vallabha and I headed for Sault Ste. Marie’s waterfront, which has a trail starting from the Sleep Inn Motel where we rested and dreamed for the night. The trail along the St. Mary’s River is not detectible. You cannot see it for the snow banks, but we tried anyway and so we sank into the white stuff, which was hard on the surface but soft underneath. I sank first, knee-deep. He began to come to my rescue but he sank all the same. It was a good laugh.
I continued on my own down the main street.
