This morning, I had my first pining for springtime. The temperature was 15°F and the wind was howling out of the west. K and I rolled out just as the sun touched the top of a group of sky high aspen trees that I think of as "les amis". They do everything in sync and have delighted me for years.
I wondered if K was too cold to keep going so I asked her. Her look clearly said "more riding, please"!
I headed out for some more riding after dropping K at home. Oh my, it was a whirling and wild day out there. I spotted our local ski area where several people have told me yesterday was magnificent - perhaps the best day of skiing there *ever*. I'm happy for them in a bittersweet sort of way. My last day of telemark skiing was March 14, 2005, the day before I had several levels of my low back fused. Most winter days, I don't get sad about my skiing moratorium. But, I do miss it.
For the sake of my heart, I usually manage to focus on what I can do, snow bike along the beautiful ridge.
So, I made him start even further back.
He didn't look happy about it.
R didn't catch the same scent... but he sure looked handsome in the golden fading light.