The moon will be full Tuesday night, and I’m going to be out under it doing something. Walking. Snowshoeing. Skiing. Whatever seems right.
     If you’ve been out the past couple of evenings in that brisk weather, you’ve already gotten a preview of Tuesday night’s full moon. The nearly full moon has thrown a soft white cast across our ample snow cover. I was skiing with a headlamp on Hartley Park’s unlit ski trails Friday night and shut my lamp off for a while. Once my eyes adjusted, it was almost as good as skiing in the daylight. And the effect was much more pleasant than following that single beam of D-cell battery light down a tunnel in the night.
     It reminded me of a winter night on Cherokee Lake in the Boundary Waters Canoe Area Wilderness probably 25 years ago. I was on a dogsledding trip with Lloyd Gilbertson, then of Schroeder. It had been an easy day on the trail, and after supper, Lloyd and I took two small teams out for an evening spin around the lake. The snow was compact and windblown, and we flew down the lake behind the dogs. My team of Lloyd’s dogs followed Lloyd’s team. I watched Lloyd’s headlamp tracing a bead of white through the night.
     Then, suddenly, I saw no light.
     "Turn off your light and feel it," Gilbertson shouted over his shoulder.
     So, I did.
     The effect was almost magical. At once, I began relying more on my other senses. I could feel every subtle shift of the sled. I listened to the way the runners sounded on soft snow and on hard-packed snow. I heard the squeak of the uprights flexing. I listened to the panting of the dogs. I trusted that Lloyd’s team was still ahead of us.
      I’m not sure how long we traveled that way, but we could have cruised that way all night.
      I’m sure I’ll think of that night with Gilbertson when I’m out somewhere Tuesday night, basking in the moonlight.

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  1. Mike Gilbertson

    I enjoyed reading this. Dad’s team just took 2nd in the Wyoming stage stop race, with Wendy Davis running the team.

    I try to stay out of the cold these days myself, but I am very proud of what my father does and has accomplished. Also, I don’t know any better way to get the fresh lake trout in the winter 🙂

    Best wishes.


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