The cold weather finally broke this weekend, so we got rid of some cabin fever by going cross country skiing at Kent Park. Jay and I had skis (they used to use them in PE when Jay taught and we bought some then). The boys rented some and off we went. We spent a couple of hours plowing through some really nice powder. Luckily Blake led the way, carving the path for the rest of us. It was really beautiful and quiet in the woods. I love rows of pine trees. We even saw a couple of deer.
It reminded me of a segment of Robert Frost's poem Birches.
I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree. And climb black branches up a snow-white trunkToward heaven, till the tree could bear no more,But dipped its top and set me down again.That would be good both going and coming back.One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.
Also from The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.
We took a lot of roads less traveled. We should do it more often.
2 comments:
Oh it looks like so much fun! I really like xcountry skiing! great idea! hope it helped you not feel so cooped up!
So did the comatose part when we got back! Ha
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