FIRE AND ICE

We attended a ice and fire festival today.

The ice had to do with ice skating; ice sculptures; a tube ice run; and bone chilling cold.

Fire had to do with evening fire works – really impressive, a ten-minute show – really, really good.
We watched the show the night before from the dining room of an adjacent four, or is it a five-star hotel.
I cannot remember what is the correct designation.
The dinner, incidentally, was superb.
And the manager invited us to park the next day in the hotel's lot.
And our wait person found time to show us two choice rooms which are often available - at prices ordinary people can afford.

Small town!

We parked the car today in the hotel’s parking lot, courtesy of the manager, and ‘did’ the festival.

With Dear Granddaughters Elise and Kayla, we touched and admired the ice sculptures; ate burgers and cocoa in the heated tent; and strolled in and out of the shops lining main street.

And there were dog sled rides.

Thirty or so Siberian sled dogs were on duty, running two sleds for two folks at a time to ‘do’ a circular track.

During rest periods, one of the very attractive young drivers would talk to us about the dogs and the work she and they are about.

How sweet it was.

And for any old timers who remember the Sanders of old Detroit days, there was a reborn version in this suburban community, supplying much needed coffee and chocolates and hot cocoa.

Again, how sweet it is.