It was a workout, but we did it. Plowed through a foot of fresh, unplowed snow in Whitemud Creek. So much snow Maggie didn’t even need to squat to pee. All of a sudden she’d stop, get a kind of faraway look on her face, and then leap ahead of me. Our walk was more of a wade, but it was beautiful from start to finish. I’d much rather have snow in winter than not. The spectacular snowscapes make the cold and the dark bearable.