Today was the most beautiful day for XC skiing yet this year. We went to our favorite “local” spot, just across the New Hampshire border, and the sky was cloudless and a vivid void of blue. In the forest, snow from Friday’s storm still clung to the pines and coated the rocks. The mild temperature lent an air of relaxation along the trails; there was no need to exert ourselves to create warmth or hasten the day’s recreation. Except for the requisite serious XC ski jocks, everyone was smiling and friendly.
Wouldn’t you know it, though? We neglected to bring our camera today, which is a shame because it was, as I said, the most beautiful day. However, I do have this nice photo, on the right, taken about a month ago in the White Mountains of New Hampshire. Although that day was not as beautiful as today, there is a stellar view of Mount Jefferson in the background, not to mention the sexy pants.
