Monday, Monday

Every other day, every other day,

Every other day of the week is fine, yeah

But whenever Monday comes, but whenever Monday comes

You can find me cryin' all of the time

The words to that old Mamas And The Papas tune seems to come to mind most Mondays. What a busy weekend it was, and now it's 6:30 a.m Monday and I'm wondering why it is Friday through Sunday fly by and the rest of the week usually seems to move at a snail's pace!

We had some wild weather this weekend. It was 10 below zero at 7:00 a.m. Saturday, we left snowmachining at 9:00 a.m. and by lunch time we were all complaining at how warm we were riding. It was in the 30's mid day and after lunch we actually ran into some rain showers! 130 miles, one huge pizza and a good share of hiliarious stories later we arrived home.

Sunday it either flurried or rained lightly most of the morning, but by mid afternoon the sun was out and it made for a nice snowshoe. Riley, who is now 13 1/2 still snowshoes with us but usually on his terms. We let him go by himself and he follows along at his own pace. In this photo he decided it was time to go home when we hit the fork in the trail.....we were all continuing up the trail and he was headed back down to his warm little bed!