Snow, Snow, Snow

It was a cold, snowy morning. The reins tightened, muscles strained, and then the sled started forward, skis creaking on the fresh snow. No, this is not a stage from the Iditarod sled dog race. BL decided today that he would like to be towed around Bloor West by his handler while lounging comfortably in his vintage sled, circa John Payette, age 2.



BL - snow prince.