A lot has changed since I last posted.
As I write this, we're having a blizzard.
|Bob on touring skis breaking trail behind our house|
tree trunks plastered with blowing snow
Skis or snowshoes are needed now
to navigate the trails behind our house.
|skiing through the forest - the beauty of white|
This morning, I ventured out alone
breaking trail through fresh snow.
It's so peaceful in the forest.
The tall lodgepole pines creak and groan
as they bend in the wind.
My skis make a quiet shushing sound.
|moose tracks nearly covered with new snow|
I glide through a sea of white.
I notice tracks crisscrossing the forest:
squirrel, fox, coyote, moose,
I'm continuing with my writing challenge.
So far in November, I've written 34,000 words.
The goal is 50,000.
I'll be glad when my story ends so I can stop!
Family arrive this weekend.
They'll be here for a week of
skiing and celebrating.
|Opening Day, Peak 8, Breckenridge Ski Area|
There are 2 birthdays on November 23:
Bob's 71st and my blog's 8th.
The blog is still young.
Bob and I are vintage!
We're very thankful for our many blessings
Stay safe and well.
To all my American friends: