Dog sledding

So it's been more than two weeks since I've come home from my dog sledding trip to Ely, Minn. Yet I haven't talked about it on the blog. There are several reasons for this:
1. I'm just catching up on work now. Being gone for five days wreaks havoc on the work schedule.
2. I'm trying to get back into the habit of writing. Mostly, though, I've been busy applying for grants and residencies. So when I'm not working, I'm doing that.
3. The trip was so wonderful I'm not sure how to describe it.

I did manage to write an article for the Mankato Free Press right after I got back. But overall, at least for a while, I think the trip is something I want to keep to myself and reflect upon. It meant that much to me. I find myself thinking about it every day. To say it was a "life-changing" event might be a little dramatic. I mean, it was just a dog sledding trip. But there was something about spending all day out in the fresh winter air. There was something about being "up North." There was something about being away from my desk and my computer and my routine. That's all given me a lot to think about. Namely, how do I move up there ASAP?

Here's a picture of Isis, the dog that stole my heart: