Click your heels 3 times

I finally came back down to Earth this week.

For the past four months, I’ve been walking on a couple feet of packed snow.

Not everywhere, but certainly everywhere in my yard.

Unless I wanted to wallow through three feet or so of unpacked snow, I stayed on the trails. The dogs made them. I improved them. And until the snow set up about a month ago, our travels in the yard were confined to them.

It sure wasn’t my first rodeo. I learned years earlier to stay on the trails when there was snow on the ground. While untracked snow is a blast at speed on skis or snow machines, it makes walking difficu...