Friends spent the day at camp with Mary and me. We took the scenic route by snowmobile back to town and stopped here, at the highest place for miles around, a few minutes before sunset.
Like skiers, most snowmobilers spend hundreds of bucks to look good on the trail.
For years I have bundled up in a ragged, but mighty comfortable, old baggy quilted suit of coveralls.
Guess which one here is Mary and which one is me.
Guess who is warmer.
Guess who is fatter.
We all had a great day.
Thanks for the picture, Tammy.