Regular readers know that I find it difficult to embrace winter. As a card-carrying member of No Shoes Nation, the season does little for my “wellness.”
Indeed, my favorite winter was 2016. It’s the year I ran the Surf City Marathon, collected this swag
then spent a few days with this view.
Last weekend, however, I decided to give winter a try. So, on a fantastically sunny Saturday, I ventured to Trapp Family Lodge for my first attempt at cross-country skiing in nearly 30 years.
Let’s leave it at this: it’ll be quite a while until I’m mistaken for a competent skier.
Which gets me to the point of today’s post.
On the trails, I’m an impostor. In the…
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