Today we woke up and were somewhat surprised to see about 3 inches of the fluffiest whitest snow ever on the ground, with more coming down. Impromptu backcountry ski!
We loaded the skis in the car, shoveled the driveway, and drove ever-so-slowly on barely plowed roads to the Middlesex Fells Reservation. There we skied thru the snowy woods for three hours. Sometimes we followed the ski tracks of other hardy souls who ventured out in the fluff storm. Most of the time, we were forced to blaze our own trails, a job left to me and my big-assed backcountry skis that I bought three months ago at the REI garage sale for $25 (including boots).
I’m running out of interesting ways to chronicle my XC skiing trips. I apologize for my one-track mind. But it’s a particularly snowy January in New England. If I wasn’t writing about skiing, I’d probably be writing about cabin fever activities like cleaning out my closet, baking bread, cleaning the bathroom tile grout with baking soda and an old toothbrush, and oh yeah, redesigning this website with help from Dreamweaver’s Spry functionality. Look… widgets!
