Ski Lodge Road

Ski Lodge Road. The sun was trying to do it's job, but the snow was having nothing to do with warming up; fighting till the end to keep it just the way it was. May came and thawed it all out, much to the dismay of the cold. After all, if it never warmed up, what would happen to all those horses they call mosquito's. Winter sports in Alaska is what every native does. Sled dog racing to skiing,are just some of the many ways to get outside, and enjoy the weather and have fun. Here in Ohio, very few enjoy the winter outdoors. This photo represents the skiing side of things and was a common view as I came and went up to the lodge carrying passengers every now and then. Ski patrol was the primary job, but running the lift was too. That's where my dog found me. He came out of a plowed snow drift, walked up to me and just looked at me with those big blue eyes. What's a guy to do? So I picked him up and took him inside the lift shack, and wrapped him in a blanket. I got some milk and hamburger and as he ate, you could almost watch him grow. At 6 months he could put his paws on my shoulder and weighed about 100 lbs. He went everywhere with me, even on the base, I mean after all, I was a military wildlife conservation agent. The vet said he was at least half wolf, maybe more. Nobody could control him and usually gave him a wide birth, but when I spoke his name,he heeled to my right side, and stayed there. The base commander was his fan.