Life ain’t City Slickers, even when you awkwardly insert folksy terms like “ain’t” into your daily speech.
A few months ago, I went dogsledding, and promised I would write about it, but figured I’d wait until it was spring to share hard, cold truths with you. Why did I go dogsledding? Because I want to be ready if I ever have to deliver diptheria medicine to children in Alaska in 1925. Not knowing how time periods work, basically. Normal reasons.
In any case! We did not have a rugged old guide who died after imparting lessons about life and love, we had a young, pleasant guide, who survived. Obviously that stopped it from being the revelatory experience that City Slickers leads you to believe leaving-Manhattan-and-doing-anything-rugged will be, but hard lessons were learned, in spite of that. [ITPGallery]