A snowy Saturday several weeks ago found Lucia, Wintersnowgypsy, and I on a Wisconsin winter adventure in the Cavalier. Mission: Two trees, soup fixins, and clay for the potter. Why in God’s name did we take the Cavalier on this particular adventure instead of the Volvo wagon with the hauling capabilities of an F-150? Well, in the constant, invisible karma calculations in my head, which are apparently very important, I figured I owed the universe a turn at driving, and I’m a little stubborn that way.
After stops at the farmers’ market, the Paoli clay warehouse, a cheese shop, an art gallery, and a conveniently placed cut-your-own tree farm in rural Paoli, we met and exceeded expectations for our mission, as per training providing by their current and my former employer. Along with two lovely pines, 100 pounds of clay, and some very respectable, seasonal, locally grown soup fixins, we came away with cheese curds, potentially a new art piece, knowledge of a new tree-transporting technique, and a well deserved early afternoon beer-and-cookie break, all before it started snowing very hard.
After stops at the farmers’ market, the Paoli clay warehouse, a cheese shop, an art gallery, and a conveniently placed cut-your-own tree farm in rural Paoli, we met and exceeded expectations for our mission, as per training providing by their current and my former employer. Along with two lovely pines, 100 pounds of clay, and some very respectable, seasonal, locally grown soup fixins, we came away with cheese curds, potentially a new art piece, knowledge of a new tree-transporting technique, and a well deserved early afternoon beer-and-cookie break, all before it started snowing very hard.
The tree-wrangling adventure, as chronicled by Lucia on my camera:
Cutting down a tree with its stump is buried in the snow is hard.
It struggled until the bitter end, but, ultimately, we felled our opponent.
Trees are heavy.
Laima spots her prey - a compact but wily beast. 
The battle begins.
Victory!
Now, how to get the two monsters home?
Never underestimate the Cavalier. Through the woods and o'er the Beltline we went!
At home, all happy and (mostly) vertical. It leans slightly left, and that's OK.
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