A few weeks ago we took off one sunny afternoon for our local cross country ski and snowshoe place. It was a glorious day! Wendy skiied and John and I snowshoed. Michael rode in the ergo pack on my back.
We found such treasures! A birds’ nest!
And a fairy house!
Wendy has been downhill skiing a few times and tried cross country last year. She picked it right up and was off.
John, who tried snowshoeing last year in a blizzard and lasted all of five minutes got the hang of it this time around. He and I followed Wendy at a slightly slower rate.
We took our time, stopped now and then for discoveries, took a break to do an avalanche test like the one they watched on Popular Mechanics for Kids (their favorite video series), dreamt about splashing in the creek we were skimming along beside,
and just as the whining and exhaustion began we spied this off in the distance for a bit of last-leg motivation:
Where do you go snowshoeing? It looks great.
what a great idea. looks like it was so fun!
What a great day! I haven’t been cross-country skiing in years. We’d like to pick up snowshoeing sometime.
Next time there is a trip like this – please kidnap me or tell my students that I have come down with a bad case of ebola.