Death-defying acrobatics
Today I conquered the rugged trails at The Summit at Snoqualmie. OK, not exactly conquered, but made it through. And, fine, it depends on what your definition of “rugged” is. It may have been (technically) a green trail, but it felt like a very dark green to me. Especially fresh out of my first every cross-country ski class. But I made it through, anyway, with only a handful of falls. It’s too early to tell whether I’ll take to X-country skiing. Once my neural pathways have adapted to the concept of gliding the gravitational field with controlled grace, I’ll be able to evalutate how I feel about this, uhm, rather silly means of locomotion.