An Icy Path
I was wrong about something. For some reason, I believed that anyone who could walk, could cross country ski. I'm not talking about the Olympics version of cross country skiing. I'm talking about the type that even old ladies in Norway can do, where you just slowly slide along on fairly even ground.
Lindsay made a liar out of me. He couldn't stay upright, so I ended up skiing by myself.
It was just as well that Lindsay didn't go on my little run down the road to Glacier Point. It is a road that have I have skied several times in the past. I have referred to the route as the Bataan death march, but it is actually just long and tiring, not difficult.
Once I got near the parking lot, I put the skis back on. I do have some pride.
1 Comments:
So pretty. So cold looking :) I'm glad you were able to get away for awhile to this really beautiful place.
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