On an early morning bike ride this morning I felt that I finally had to come to grips with what I have been trying to deny for the past week or so; spring is on its way. Typically I am eager for warmer weather to enhance my winter biking experiences, yet this year I have shunned such thoughts in hopes for an elongated skiing season; maybe that is because I have not really biked much at all. Who knows. This ski season has been so enjoyable for many reasons, some of which are: we didn't ski last season while we were living in Virginia and are happy to be back on the slopes, the children are skiing more aggressively thus we do not wait as much, plus Dan got me some really gnarly skis and bindings that allow me to hike up mountains and shred down anything my confidence allows me. This morning I had to acknowledge the warm(ish) breeze that made me shed my multiple clothing layers, the birds chirping and the geese making their way back north. My reluctant acceptance made me stop my scowling at those threatening green knobs of the tulips and lilies in my yard. Let those perky snow killers come. It is always winter in July in land of Argentina.
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It looks like you guys really are quite the skiers. Wow. I'm so glad you are loving it so much. Even with the kids in races! You guys are such awesome outdoors people. I wish I were more like that! Glad to hear all is well!
Every winter I can't wait for spring! But I also don't ski because I don't like the cold.
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