Even at p. Thank God for Marlboro! On a side note: Cross-country skiing is just about the greenest, most eco-friendly sport there is, right? All I can say to future generations: I do get the irony, the tang of hypocrisy. Groundhog Day. Temp in the low 20s β perfect. Despite some thin spots, the groomed trails are mostly in fine shape with classic tracks β yay! I spotted a lone set of snowshoe tracks leading up to the hole, where they ended abruptly. Why, exactly, have I not skied at Fort Dummer since ?
It used to be one of my go-to local ski venues. And guess what? Sometimes, like yesterday in Marlboro, you have to take the dreadful with the fabulous. Today at BOC, I had to take the not-all-that-bad with the slightly-better-than-expected. With rain in the forecast for p.
BOC seems to have gotten less snow than we did in West Brat a couple of days ago, but the gomers have done a fine job packing the trails, which are still thin. So what if I is a hundred yards away? Get over it. Dunham Loop is worth it. No, the Outing Club is a club that depends on the contributions of all the members, not just the annual fee but also a few minutes β seconds , really β of your volunteer labor.
Bill E. In case of what? That powder that made for dreamlike conditions on the trails also made for a nightmare at the far end of the pond. No stride, no glide, no nuthin.
Most of the ice, anyhow. Finally today I felt up to a few gingerly turns around the hayfield trails that I tracked last week. Well, on my way up the hill, this hope seemed to be panning out! I shoulda brought my beater skis today. There at the shore I met John K. And since he had made it safely across the pond, I figured it was time for my first crossing of the season β huzzah! Hallelujah β fresh snow at last! Great to get back to real classic cross-country skiing! Different muscles.
