Most Memorable Coffee
Spring skiing on Island Lake, Manitoba is not easily described.
It only lasts for a few weeks before the ice is too dangerous, but while it lasts the freedom is heavenly.
On a day with still air and a clear sky, the jacket and mitts can come off. The wet ice offers minimal friction - and minimal grip. Propulsion is mostly a matter of double-poling, and the miles fly by. Soon shoulders and stomach muscles begin to complain, but it is too exhilarating to stop.
On such a day I skied for many hours and many miles until exhaustion forced a stop. A thermos of coffee and a frying pan full of bannock were designed for just such occasions. That coffee was perfect.
A slight chirping scuffle made me turn my head: a whiskeyjack was stealing some dough from my mixing container.
They are companionable little thieves - one cannot be angry with them. We shared the bannock, that grey jay and I, but the coffee I kept for myself.
It is surprising how often the memory of that coffee break returns to me.
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