One of the things I like about winter is that it gives me a chance to do different things. I feel like my body needs to be surprised once in a while; when I used to run as my sole source of exercise, I got really good at running, but nothing else. As one of my goals is to do a partial thru-hike when I can retire, and be able to do it without artificial limbs, I need to be careful (another goal is to pay off my house in three years. We'll see if that can happen.)
I know I "could" ski year round; there are those Nordic Trak machines, and my friend Roger takes to the roads with roller skis in summer. He almost went to the Olympics though, so there's that. However, the fun is in the snow! Luckily we got some this week.
Going up the 3910, the snow was up to my knees. I slogged along at the blistering pace of about .5 miles an hour. Of course we were going to the top, no matter how much my skis slid back with every step, no matter how the puppy kept stepping on the back of my skis. Why I do these things, I don't know, but the snow was perfect for climbing up a hill and practicing turns on the way down. Since my skinnier skis broke, I only have my fat ones, and I started thinking maybe I have a backcountry skiing future after all.
It isn't technically new, but I was able to break out the ice skates for the first time in a couple of years. The snow in the valley has not been forthcoming, which means you can drive carefully to Kinney Lake. If you have been reading awhile, you might recall that I discovered this little ranch lake for swimming last year. Turns out, it froze with really good ice. Dodging the ice fishermen, I ventured onto the lake to find a smooth surface, perfect for a Scaredy McScarederson like me. After a few minutes I even felt like I was actually skating.
I'm also perfecting the little-known sport of snowshoe-joring. What is this, you ask? You hook up an untrained puppy who is an escape risk to a belt around your waist and go. It is full of boredom (when the puppy sits down and refuses to move) and terror (when the puppy decides to break into a run and pulls you off your feet). An Olympic sport, this will never be.
One of my FB friends excitedly posted that spring was coming. Oh, honey, no. I think people forget that February and March tend to be the biggest snow months. At least, I hope so.
Have you tried anything new lately? Tell me about it.