…on a day quand il est difficile de marcher.
Ice, snow, freeze, thaw—making for treacherous spots here and there along the route. And that means clanking around in creepers, though they are needed only occasionally. Pax doesn’t like it. He doesn’t like my slow pace. He doesn’t like our truncated routes, complaining with tug and frown when we don’t go where we are supposed to. And, he misses the bike runs to the prairie.

On the up side, we have mushroom Bourguignon for dinner. (Photos below.)