When my winter escape from Minnesota looked like it would actually happen, I had a few concerns.
I immediately felt guilty about getting out. It kind of felt like cheating.
But my feelings soon turned from guilt to gloating. One pretty snow and I'm outta here.
I worried mostly about getting there; three days in the car with my dog, leaving the rest of my family "home alone", freak snowstorms/dangerous roads, and a little ways down the list, this blog.
How would I keep this regular post relevant to Minnesota while writing from a somewhat warm sunny square in Savannah GA?
Stay tuned to the end and you'll see.
I frequently write about wildlife encounters around Minnetonka and Wayzata. Life is wild in Savannah but not usually of the critter kind. But a few miles down the road toward the islands you'll find sea turtles, big birds and dolphins among other things.
It's there on the beach I find the greatest therapy. Walking barefoot on the sand for miles and miles takes me back to my childhood in Southern California. Leaving behind the snow, the cold, the icy roads, the wind chill, did I mention the snow?