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Have won an award Winter Walk

Story ID:355
Written by:Dick Dunlap (bio, contact, other stories)
Story type:Musings, Essays and Such
Location:Door County Wisconsin USA
Year:2003
Person:My Self
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Posted 05/01/2006 20:46 by Nancy J. Kopp | Reply
Thanks for taking us along on your winter walk. Loved the visual images, the grumbles, and the love that shone through it all. Nice writing.
Nancy
Posted 05/01/2006 21:49 | Reply
I used to think that snowmobiling in your description was the absolute best, until that is, frostbite got me a good one. The 70's have grown me up some, but like your wife, I love talking to the snow and frosty faces that stare on my mountain. As usual, Dick, you've captured the scene. Kath
Posted 06/07/2006 09:25 by Gail Lee Martin | Reply
At first I thought it was a faithful canine friend following your footprints. So glad other married couples love to do things together. Well done. Gail
Posted 12/29/2006 23:16 | Reply
A delightful story of winter and enjoying togetherness and shareing feelings. K.L. Farnum
Posted 05/04/2007 15:17 by Susan Hammett Poole | Reply
Turn up the heat in that car; put another log on the fire...brrrrr, I admire anyone who can endure the cold. And with your words, you captured the temperature and the winter scenery so well. I love the part where you wonder about the Indian princess bit. I used to pretend to be one because I tanned so easily in the summer sun, and naturally I was always the princess, never a mere Indian maiden! I will read more of your stories, Dick, because I certainly enjoyed this one. ~ Susan
Posted 05/04/2007 18:53 by Dick Dunlap | Reply
Thanks for the nice words. Now that winter is past we can wonder about their coping with the black flies and poison oak of the summer.
Posted 08/29/2008 14:51 by Richard L. Provencher | Reply
Your writing is very enjoyable, Dick. Since my stroke eight years ago, I have not had the strength to return to my beloved woods, although my health has improved greatly. Your writing of the woods brought back a flood of exciting images, the way the trees dance and wind on my face, as I read your story-poem. Richard LP