Wednesday, March 19, 2014
One Last Ski
This past Saturday, it looked like my last chance to go Cross-Country skiing, so I went out and enjoyed the bright sun shining on the melting diamonds. After about 6 miles (I didn't want it to end) I got back to the car and realized I lost my keys. I saw some friends in the parking lot who said they would keep their eyes open. John wasn't answering his phone so I went back out on the trails and got a call after a couple more miles that they had found them next to the hollowed out beech tree (see below) and I knew exactly where that was because it's right next to a steep hill where I had fallen. I'm going to miss this, but soon I'll be able to ride my bike.