More France

So the lovely woman whose house I'll be staying at in the French Alps, and whose Alaskan huskies I'll be babysitting, emails me that I'll need hiking boots. So I ask do I REALLY need hiking boots, because they'll take up so much room to pack. And she says, well, the mountain town we'll be in doesn't have any sidewalks and only one paved road, and sometimes the huskies will see chickens and foxes and decide to go for it and then you need some sure footing to hold onto them, but it's up to me.

The only places I have ever lived in my life are Chicago (actual Chicago, not Shaumberg, not Northbrook, not Winnetka), London, San Francisco, Oakland, Berkeley, and Los Angeles.

She said they use to have hens but the huskies got into the hen house and, well. You can imagine.

What have I done?

There's high-speed access there, though, so I'm hoping to make some inspired postings from husky-land!