In speaking with my wonderful daughter K this afternoon, we were discussing living in colder climates. One of her work contacts in Minnesota had told her it was six degrees there today. I offered that we had survived the Yukon Territory in December, with only a half-dollar size patch of frostbite on my thigh, which wouldn’t have happened had we realized that the truly lovely people at the Whitehorse Airport who told us about a beautiful trail above Dawson City didn’t mean that December was a good time to hike said trail. I also suggested that now we know better. Her wise-beyond-her-years response?
“The term ‘now we know better’ will never apply to you and me.”
She’s right. I am so glad that she is my perfect partner in misadventures.