Walking the dog

Skiing 1k laps in our pasture at -9 degrees with our dog Stash. I was wearing an expedition parka I got at the big yearly EMS sale in 1972. As I recall, my college buddies and I slept out on Commonwealth Avenue in Boston, so we could get the pick of the litter in the store. This coat has kept me toasty on West Rib of Denali, so despite the windchill, all was good yesterday.