Battled a goopy, frozen diesel engine to chug out to Wild Wings and snowshoe. Seeing as how the temperature had been hovering around 5 degrees the day before, the heat wave (28 degrees!) brought us out of our hovel and into the woods for some cardio.
[Rob and Dr. B blazing trails.]
I’m sorely lacking in adequate photography for this outing. It was a huge pain in the ass to get into my inside pocket with the two poles when you really, really don’t want to be left behind fumbling with a lens cap.
The best part was all of the animal footprints scattering the forest floor—serious bun-bun action out there.
There’s something to be said for fun snow sports. Jolly good.
Then I dreamt last night that I was floating on the pool raft back in FL, timing my flip and checking my tan lines. Hm.
-Carey
Rob,
Is this where we used to x-country ski? The place with the smelly warming hut? Man, we had lots of belly laughs on those trips. There was nothing funnier than going down hill on cross country skis.
Missing Bromley ….
karen
It sure is! The smell has not changed, it was like going back in time! The best part of the day was watching this goofy German man ski down a big hill and wipe out into the powder after crossing his ski tips while he laughed and yelled in his native tongue! Haha. Wild Wings.