I didn’t much like the snow today but I tried to be a sport about it. It was icy and fast and I like the fast part of it but I don’t like icy snow. Part of this is sour grapes about not really being able to get myself skate skiing when it seems like everybody in the world except for baggy old overdressed mooms can do it. Oh wait. Maybe that’s me. Except not exactly. Because I am not really slow. And I don’t overdress. And I can do the uphill stuff just fine, thank you very much. But still. All the ski geeks were bantering with the beautiful young skinny little mooms in the ski ranch today about whether they were traditional skiing or skate skiing. I had a moment of panic. My whole ski life flashed by, including the days when I was a skinny little moom teaching my beach urchins how to ski. I was freaking out more than I usually do in that kind of situation for who knows what reason and I just wanted to get outta there.
Sigh. I am remembering the old days when I skied up there in the UP and Duke and Grandroobly carved out a ski trail out back behind Fin Family Moominbeach. Lewie even helped them with that, even though I’m not sure Lewie was ever on XC skis in his life (but I may well be wrong about that). We’d take off somewhere past Radical Betty’s place and cross the light line and it wasn’t a long loop but it was a beautiful loop. Our loop. When the moon was full and the skies were clear, we even skied it at night. I loved to break trail then and I miss having to do that now. It is hard work and slow going to beat through a foot of new snow on a bush trail but I enjoy that and I was missing it today on a regularly groomed trail with a track over on the right and a big area for skate skiers. I love the ski ranch though. It’s where I taught my beach urchins to ski and it is the best.