Gone mushing

Flying downhill through Arctic woodland on a flimsy wooden sled behind four joyous dogs; tilting into the bends; bent knees, absorbing the thudding bumps, bump, bump; dabbing the brake as the harness goes slack and the sled is moving faster than the dogs; reaching the bottom, taking the sharp bend, hitting the powder, feeling it tip, managing the correction, staying upright and pulling up laughing my head off… woo hoo!! The dogs grinning and bouncing their pleasure.