The snow is like silk, as we step on the dance floor with our brightly colored fiberglass shoes to begin the day, we all feel some apprehension. Soon we are skiing between trees and their shadows, the sun never clears the tree tops but hangs low in the ski so the shadows they cast are long. Their sahdows mix with ours as we ski along. The trees are folded like umbrellas with the weight of the snow, they are beautiful.
At the end of the day we are dog tired, sitting around the table sharing stories of our day, trying to rub our aches and pains away. Frida is treating herself to a massage. AHHHHhh....
Tomorrow we head out again but the day is a little shorter, 49K. A reprieve. I will say at hom we ski here they ski "K" it is hard to believe they ar the same measured distance.