Got out yesterday, was -50 when I woke up and thermometer was reading -47 when I took off. About three inches of snow had fallen between checks, plus it had blown, and the toboggan was sliding like sandpaper over wood. After the first mile and a half on the river I wasn't sure if the dogs were gonna quit or what...was like hauling a heavy load of wood and they kept looking back at me with that "You better get off and run behind" look <grin>.
Got around a bend where it wasn't blown as bad and they perked up, and I managed to get a couple pics before the camera froze up. Was trying to get a shot of the vapor trail around the dogs in the deep cold, must've been -50 or colder on the riverbottoms:
Turned around to see if I could get a shot of the vapor trail hanging along river behind us:
Ran up a side creek a little ways that was all frozen overflow, but ran into water and ended up turning around, spent a while bonking the rig off and scraping it. Neat to see the ice fog up the creek from overflow. Caught three nice marten, but couldn't get any more pics. Daughter snapped this one of me when I got home, but hard to see the marten or tell where my bear mitts end and marten begin <grin>.
All in all, good to get out, was only out for a few hours. Saw a great gray owl at one point, swooped off a big spruce in front of us, amazing how shallow they can flap wings and just keep flying so effortlessly. Wish I could have gotten pic of the ice fog surrounding bend of the river where cabin is, on the way back. From a mile off it was really something to see it hanging and the inversion layer that prevented it from climbing any higher. And that is just one cabin with two stoves going...the villages and towns really get it bad.
Happy New Year to everyone, good luck on the traplines,