There are times one simply has to leave the blogosphere behind and enter the real world, if through circuitous routes and odd back doors. A couple of days dog-mushing can do that.
For my American friends: no, this is not downtown Ottawa. It's near South River, in Algonquin Park. Rank beginners we are, but we'll be back for the five-day run next February.
One last point: it's not just moving effortlessly along watching the scenery. It's hard work every inch of the way, and I have 639 sore muscles to prove it. Anything happen while I was away?