I dragged Aki onto this windy, if sunny meadow, to look for a lost ice gripper. The little dog is a good sport about it but does look stunned each time a forty-knot gust slams into her 9.9 pound body. We retrace where we walked the day I lost one of my grippers but can’t find it. When we cross the grooved trail left by a four wheel ATV I wonder it the damage was done by the same Yob who mucked up the meadow we walked over in the fog last week. Those tracks saddened and even angered me but the similar ones that mar this sun drenched meadow today are easier to accept.