Great Skiing on the Gunflint
Yesterday morning after I returned from the bus stop I decided I just had to go skiing. There wasn’t a breeze in the air and the temperature was mild at 10 degrees above zero. I drove down to the Cross River to access the Upper Gunflint System ski trails. I was pleasantly surprised to see the trails had just been groomed and were in perfect shape.
It was a beautiful morning with the sun rising behind the hills. The trees were flocked with snow and they sparkled with the golden rays. It was quiet as only winter can be. I could hear the wings of the ravens beat overhead and the howl of a wolf in the distance.
As I rounded a corner a lone wolf stood in the middle of the trail. He looked my way and then sauntered off as I fumbled to get my camera out of my pocket. I called for him to come back and whistled but he didn’t return.
The Gunflint Trail is such a magical place and I am so lucky to live here.