All of the snow has made for great conditions at our local cross country ski area. We've been taking advantage of this at least two times per week.



But we also get out into the back country. We have Nordic back country skis (classic cross country skis on steroids) that we take out to make fresh tracks and leave the lycra behind.



This was today. Bluebird day. Frozen lake paradise. A lady moose crossed our path; we watched her lumber up the shore on the other side of the lake.



Our days in the back country are not very intensive. We take newbies, we take breaks, we take it all in.



And then there are sleepy mornings with Alf. My heart expands and breaks slightly each morning when he sits on my pillow and licks my face.



And then there is being silly. Waist-deep snow invites silliness.