This is Helen's friend Alison posting in her stead. Don't worry, she's alive and well. Uhhh....at least she was last time I checked. Really, I haven't done away with her. We're guestblogging for one another.
Today I picked H. up in Burlington and drove her out to my house in the mountains. On the way, we stopped at a giant alienating shopping center to fully round out her American experience. I had to do some research there for my comic strip. Here's Helen posing for a reference shot in the pen aisle at Staples.
Eventually we got to my house, where the temperature was hovering at about zero degrees fahrenheit. Don't worry, I'm going to convert that for you soon. I wanted to take Helen for a snowshoe hike in the woods. But by the time she had her snack (cheese, which she had warned me to buy in case she got hungry, and toast) and got her long johns and boots and socks and sweater and coat and hat on, dusk was falling fast. I wondered if perhaps she didn't really want to go outside. But eventually I got her out the door. Okay, here's how cold zero degrees fahrenheit is:
We didn't stay out very long. What with all the photo documentation we kept stopping to engage in, our hands and feet were soon disturbingly numb. Now, instead of talking to one another, we're sitting side by side at dueling computers, making these posts on one anothers' blogs. Helen informs me that she just Went Live.
In summation, here's a short movie of Helen on snowshoes for the first time ever.