It's Coming

It snowed the other day. I got pretty jazzed by the sight of snow and my youngest and I headed out the door for some fast grass skiing on the soccer field behind our house. It felt good to go out and stride. It felt good to get some speed on one of the hills. I felt momentarily scared when I realized I was ripping downhill, in the dark, on not very much snow and that I couldn't see where the rocks were. I made it down in one piece and all I could think was, "let's do that again!".

And so starts the ski season.

The lifts are spinning. The Nordic trails are slowly getting covered. The back country is still a ways off, but it's here, and I'm smiling.