Back to snow again. The melt dow will do us good, the lake is flat and the base will be
								hard. Not a lot of snow in the forecast and a possible warm up for early next week, but
								that is a ways off and may change. We probably got 8-10 inches yesterday, and some big
								ole flakes are coming down as I write. It’s hard to say what conditions will be like
								Monday when the trails officially open, we will just have to wait and see.
							Weather: Big flakes coming down.
							Trail Conditions: Good Base
							I have the little house open for rent this winter. $100 a
									night for up to 3 people, $125 a night for 4-5 people with a 3 night minimum. Dates
									are filling up, check out the calendar on my rental page for availability.  
							
							 
							In 1972, Joe Miller was on holiday in Kenya after
									graduating from Tulsa Junior College.
							On a hike through the bush, he came across a young bull
									elephant standing with one leg raised in the air. The elephant seemed distressed, so
									Joe approached it very carefully.
							He got down on one knee, inspected the elephants foot, and
									found a large piece of wood deeply embedded in it. As carefully and as gently as he
									could, Joe worked the wood out with his knife, after which the elephant gingerly put
									down its foot.
							The elephant turned to Joe, and with a rather curious look
									on its face, stared at him for several tense moments. Joe stood frozen, thinking of
									nothing else but being trampled.
							Eventually the elephant trumpeted loudly, turned, and
									walked away. Joe never forgot that elephant or the events of that day.
							Thirty years later, Joe was walking through the Tulsa Zoo
									with his family. As they approached the elephant enclosure, one of the creatures
									turned and walked over to near where Joe and his family were standing.
							The large bull elephant stared at Joe, lifted its front
									foot off the ground, then put it down. The elephant did that several times, then
									trumpeted loudly, all the while staring at the man.
							Remembering the encounter in 1972, Joe could not help
									wondering if this was the same elephant… Joe summoned up his courage, climbed over
									the railing, and made his way into the enclosure. He walked right up to the elephant
									and stared back in wonder.
							The elephant trumpeted again, wrapped its trunk around one
									of Joe’s legs and slammed him against the railing, killing him instantly.
							 Probably wasn’t the same elephant.
							This is for everyone who sends those Liberal
										heart-warming bullshit stories.