With winter approaching, I thought it might not hurt to convince the junior high cross runners to help stack a cord of wood. I tried telling them this made for a great core strength. I think they were a bit more motivated by the ice cream that awaited after.
The last two weekends I’ve also pinned on the racing number, for a very low-key farmer’s market 5 km in the heart of the Okanogan Valle, and this four mile hill climb last Sunday, on the eastern edge of the North Cascades National Park.
In just over a week, though comes the time to say goodbye to the Evergreen State. It’s winter and skiing – and ski racing – that I’m after. The stoke is high. The form feels solid. I have a ticket saying I’m headed to Oslo next Saturday, and a cabin in the woods of Sjusjoen, Norway that awaits. The adventure continues…
…next time, from one North Country to Another. This time the Norwegian Ski Scene – and the days of midnight darkness await. And I can hardly wait.
