While most people were out Christmas shopping or watching football, Charlie and I enjoyed blissfully quiet trails all to ourselves on Sunday.
There were ice-fishermen on the barely-thick-enough ice already, which always surprises me. Their voices and noises of their drilling equipment carried across the lake and into the woods, which had Charlie curious and on alert.
And at one point on the trail, we glimpsed a large pileated woodpecker soaring through the woods above us.
Charlie, of course, proved that the best sticks are found in the woods.