Socked in again, she thought as she looked

Socked in again, she thought as she looked over the lagoon.. "The weather man is on crack," and knows nothing about Alaska

she assumed that, since she was on crack, so must the weatherman be on crack. In any case, she came to canoe, and canoe she did. All the way up the Alaskan

Mountain of Snowy Death. Rumor has it if you get all the way down the mountain sliding in a canoe without breaking a single bone in your body you win a

chair lift ride back to the top of Mountain of Snowy Death. It really wasn't that scary. It was named for the death of a small white terrier that belonged to Tin-Tin. The dog

had to be put down because he would bite all the skiiers' limbs off. Some say his puppies roam the slopes, waiting for their turn to dismember. But the victims lived, so what

if they can't ski again. It's a stupid pastime careering down a slippery slope without brakes. At that point a Great Slathering Hound leapt on me & ripped off my right leg. Suddenl

y my long lost love Gilda returned to me and began to ask me for help. The Great Slathering Hound was still standing over me menacingly and my right leg was in its mouth. I had to

I was quite upended, and the dog saliva was staining my new trousers. Fortunately, the hound's teeth could not penetrate my new socks, which were made from spider silk and

some other kind of silk I'm not quite sure of. As it turned out, the hound was a fan of collectible high-art socks, but he still gave me a grave warning when he let me off.