Loved spending time in Ely, MN last weekend. This far north, the snow and ice tend to come sooner and stay longer but there are still surprisingly warm days in the 40’s and 50’s.
Walking along a snowy road towards grandma’s house with a plate of cookies in hand, my sister told me to stop in hushed tones and pointed out the doe in front of us. She was the perfect target, standing perpendicular to the road, but I had left my rifle in the cabin. That was okay because I hadn’t really come here to hunt but instead to relax and enjoy the solitude. She stood still, ears pricked, and stared at us for perhaps thirty seconds before turning away and walking into the woods, white tail bobbing.