When I told him (again) we were going skiing, he did not say no. Rather, he said he had a few things to do, then after, he’d get ready to go. I went upstairs, and while he was watering the horses, I about finished my Gift of a Good Ride proposal. About finished – I had two pages left to revise.
We put on our respective gear – I was a few steps behind Pete who when I was putting on my boots was waxing the skis. I got us a lunch together and put it in my fanny pack. He put the harness and line on the dog. Finally, at 11 a.m., we left basecamp.
It was a really good ski. There was fresh powder, and for a while, the only other tracks in the snow belonged to a nearby moose. Someone else must have had the same idea that we had, for another set of tracks appeared near Grizzly Camp. The snow was heavy, so we had little glide. However, this made getting up hills quite easy.
The sun shone brightly and the sky was blue. The snow hung heavily on the spruce bows, which I repeatedly knocked off with my ski poles. The trees, birch, cottonwood, and spruce, cast long shadows on the bright snow. And for the better part of the way, we had a view of the Talkeetna Range, the peaks above tree line windless.
We didn’t meet up with any other trail users. The quietude was much appreciated by us both. The dog led most of the way, with me following. I’m now stronger and more flexible, so skiing is a lot easier than it’s been in recent years. And my focusing on externals makes this a less tiring endeavor.
We returned home, ate lunch. Pete plowed and I wrote about pow. This was our day thus far.
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