We've spent as much time as possible on our cross-country skis the last month here in The Grand Duchy. Conveniently, we had a major winter storm move through the Midwest today, which refreshed our snow pack considerably.
After a relaxed day at home with The Young Master, whose school was closed due to the snowfall, The Grand Duchess arrived home and suggested a pre-dinner ski around the neighborhood before the snowplows cleared the streets. How could I say no to that?
The Young Master begged off, but my wife and I suited up and enjoyed a wonderfully quiet hour plus gliding through the still falling snow. Not too shabby even without groomed tracks, and some pretty good glide in areas nevertheless.
I mentioned to the Grand Duchess when we set off, I've always hoped we
might live somewhere where we can ski from right outside our back door. Another dream of long standing finally realized late this afternoon!
We returned home as dusk fell about 6:15pm, changed into pajamas, and I whipped up a big bowl of rotini pasta, which we all enjoyed with pesto sauce at the dinner table. We have also reached a familial milestone of sorts too. The Young Master remained at home alone, without incident, for the first time ever.
Thank you Jesus!!! I thought we'd never get here.