The one bright spot that stems from the unsympathetic callous winters is my friend the snowmobile. An object that for that hour or two makes you feel a snuffle of joy. This year those were the intentions once again. But things don’t always go as planned so I learned. One broken garage door, one broken belt, one crashed sled and one insurance claim capped off our winter cabin retreat with the reassuring words echoing “it could have been worse” as we drove away.

