After a lazy morning of hanging out with the dudes while Hot Husband went skiing, we piled the whole family in the car and got in some great cross-country skiing. Bridger Ski Foundation does an incredible job grooming trails at Bridger Creek Golf Course , which makes nordic skiing a joy.
This is only the second time that the dudes have been out on their skis this year, and they were total pros. Especially Monkey Boy. He was on ice skates and cross-country skis for the first time last year, but you wouldn't know it by watching him. His brothers decided to head for the sledding hill after one long loop while he kept chugging along for another 30 minutes.
Hot Husband and I brought our skate ski gear, mostly because we have no pride. Skate skiing is one of those sports that looks graceful and effortless when done by people with skill. My efforts, in contrast, fall into the category of "flailing with purpose." Call it a spiritual practice.
When Monkey Boy decided he'd clocked in enough ski time, I swapped out my own skis for my commuter bike, riding home as light was falling along with the temps. (Hot Husband drove home with the dudes.) It was chilly. My fingers went numb, and a few hours later, my toes were still thawing, but it was exhilarating.
The dudes passed me about a mile from home and stopped to cheer me on and snap a picture, just to prove that I really did bike in 7 degree temps.
I'm so grateful that I have the chance to see perfect blue skies and mountains anywhere I look. A body that gets me where I want to go. Friends to ski, skate and sled with. A healthy family.
All the best in this new year!
Dragon Boy (front) and Tiger Boy powering through powder.
Me and proud Monkey Boy, since he out-skiied his bros.