The Klutz can SKI (on flatland)

I am a complete klutz.

Just ask my husband. This morning, while trying to get lunch ready for work I dumped 1/2 a cup of coffee in the spoon drawer, and then when I sat down to eat my toast (with homemade strawberry-rhubarb jam) I dropped the last bite of that on the floor (yes, I still ate it — no, I didn’t think about what has been on our floor). This week I have cut my lip twice, once when I walked into the bathroom door, and the other when I lifted a bowl off the top shelf only to be smashed in the face by a stainless steel measuring cup. That one still hurts.

It should be no surprise to anyone, then, that I am not athletically inclined in any way. I bring this up, as being from Maine and having lived for over 10 years in Colorado, everyone assumes that I ski. I chuckle a bit when I am asked and reply with something like, “Ski, are you kidding me? Have you seen me WALK? I tripped UP the stairs this morning.”

O.K., O.K., that is a bit of an exaggeration, I tripped up the stairs yesterday morning, regardless, I have only been downhill skiing once about ten years ago, and I barely left the bunny slope.

My father is nothing like me — check him out in a ski race some years back

Yes, he is a badass. Check out his clothes — he is wearing JEANS. Total Mainer!

Yes, he is a badass. Check out his clothes — he is wearing JEANS, for the love of all that is good and holy. Total Mainer! I may have gotten his looks, but I got absolutely NONE of that talent.

While I do not ski, I do love the outdoors. My husband is well aware of this, and two years ago surprised me with a pair of cross-country skis.

“You said once that you wanted to try it,” he said, “and I had no idea what to get you.” I was honestly ecstatic. It then proceeded to rain all that winter. Before this winter, I had been on the skis twice.

So, I won’t go into too much detail about my first time out this season to Quarry Road in Waterville. This is an AMAZING place by the way. I walk the trails often, but being a newbie skier, I fell A LOT when I tried the ice-covered trails a few weeks ago (before the last storm).

This past weekend, I decided to put my fear aside and enjoy the sun. I pulled out the skis, rounded up the dog, and I headed out into the front pasture. Below are a few of my photos:

It was pretty amazing to see the completely untouched snow.

It was pretty amazing to see the untouched snow.

 

Lakota loved it as well. She is completely in her element in the winter.

Lakota loved it as well. She is completely in her element in the winter.

 

I got to check on the well that Xandy put in for the cows a few years ago. It is pretty amazing that the thing stays running even in this cold!

While out, I checked on the well that Xandy put in for the cows a few years ago. It is pretty amazing that the thing stays running even in this cold!

 

I had to look back and check out my handiwork.

I had to look back and check out my handiwork. I didn’t fall once.

 

This is my favorite picture.

This is my favorite picture. Try not to be too jealous that this is my front yard.

It turns out that I LOVE cross-country skiing on fresh snow. The best part of skiing in our back forty —  no big hills and no other people. I think I am becoming a misanthrope in my old age. Hell, I must be one — who even USES the word “misanthrope”? Anyway, as I am writing this, we are getting about another foot of the white stuff. I sense another outdoor adventure coming on.

On another note, Kitt just got glasses. I’ll update you all soon!

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  1. Judy Maillis

    Those aren’t just glasses – those are PURPLE glasses. Anything purple has to be fantastic…a fashion statement, to say the least. All women, regardless of age, look fabulous in purple! Can you tell that purple and all it’s color cousins are my favorites?

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