My mother told a story of dropping me while skiing with me on her back, when I was very young.  I fell down a hill next to a river, coming to rest on the riverbank, and ended up face to face with a muskrat...

I wonder if that was what the memory from yesterday was all about - dreaming of a lake, and then a sudden field of white, a glimpse of a pine forest, and then indistinct snowy fur, water, and then arms and a blurry face.  I don't remember being afraid. 

I wonder what other memories there are. 

I got to visit with Raven this trip, and