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| Bad Dad and The Young Master leer at the camera during a brief pause on Day #2. |
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| The Young Master demonstrates Step One of the Dead Bug Method for getting up after a fall. |
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| The Young Master leads the way on Day #1. |
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| You've got to watch your step -- um, diagonal stride -- with these German-Swedish-American gals! |
No, not tweed jackets, corduroy pants, oxford cloth shirts, or wool neckties, but healthy, bracing winter outdoor fun at Forbush Corner Nordic Center outside of Frederic, Michigan. Our second visit this winter.
15
miles on cross-country skis over two days with some pretty challenging
hills on certain intermediate and difficult runs. Very cold
temperatures, blowing snow, wind chills below 0 Fahrenheit, and near
whiteouts at times on Day #1 completed the picture. It was almost our
own Heroes of Telemark (Anthony Mann 1965) moment minus Kirk Douglas and Richard Harris and without the heavy water plant guarded
by German soldiers above a forbidding gorge in the mountains of southern Norway. Or possibly Where Eagles Dare (Brian G. Hutton 1968) sans the boozy Richard Burton, laconic squint of Clint Eastwood, and cable car up to a looming castle in the Austrian alps.
But I digress!
Day
#2 was warmer, sunny, and just as delightful. The Young Master kept a
running tally of falls. Paul - 1, Mom - 1, Bad Dad - 3. But I plead a
sticky left ski on a frightening run called The Roller Coaster.
However, I did manage to make it down all but two of the hills on that
particular trail, including the final descent, a
screamer called The Corkscrew. Don't ask how I managed it. Hills that are navigated successfully are over and done before you know it. Steering with ankles, knees, and inner ski edges. I guess.
As
an added bonus, the Nordic center where we were hosted two races for
area skiers on both days! We were not part of that, but it was really
interesting and fun to observe the proceedings and hear the cowbells
before we skied along our way. Amazing how fast some of those amateurs are on skate skis.
And quite a few of them in their 70s from the look of things. Needless to say, the various racers were all finished, packing up, and gone by about
11:30am both days.
We returned home late Sunday afternoon tired and a bit sore, but relaxed and loose. That evening, after showers for everyone, fresh pajamas, and dinner plus a little bedtime reading with The Young Master (still working our way through Harry Potter Book #5), the Grand Duchess and I polished off our leftover half-bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon, that we brought home with us before the hearth.
A
fitting end to 2.5 days "Up north" as they say here in Lower Michigan
(aka "The Mitten"). We now return you to our normally scheduled programming. . . How to be overdressed in 21st century academia.
--Heinz-Ulrich
P.S.
Other Nordic skiing areas we have enjoyed this year include:
Ingham Country Parks (Lake Lansing North and Burchfield)
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