Cross County Skiing

I never remember cross county skiing to be so hard, the last time I went I don’t remember sweating so much or so fearful of breaking a bone. This past weekend Steve, my parents and I went cross country skiing. This was Steve’s first time and the rest of us just had not gone for many years. The conditions we against us all day, between 45 and 50 degrees once we pulled in to the parking lot, bad snow with a thin ice layers over it and chewed up trails because of hundreds of snow shores (we only say one other cross country skier all day), with that all against we still had fun. We tried to go back down the easy way (open space and no trees) but the river cut us off so after sliding down a very steep hill side we had to climb back up. Further down the trail we were able to drop back down to the treeless open area, off went Steve and my Dad flying back down to the truck while Mom and I snow plowed, fell over and walked down with skis in our hands. While Mom and I walked, we were talking about wanting to try snow shoeing and to bring our dogs with us. So that’s our plan, try out shoe shoeing (Dad says he will still ski) next month.