Oh, how the snow has lingered! We have had rain and warm weather for days, yet it was only two days ago that I was able to drive up the road at last, not quite to my house yet, but to the bottom of my driveway. There was that much snow. There are still large patches of snow here and there and eight inches of slush in places on the road, too much to drive even my Subaru through.
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| From the top of the driveway |
The doctor had given me March 1 as a date for taking my first hike, but the snow came in on Monday and Tuesday, February 27 and 28, so I missed my scheduled hike on that date. Skiing is harder on the feet than hiking, but I wanted badly to get into the woods in the snow, so I put on my skis and walked in them—I wasn't skiing, just walking on skis—until twinges in my toe made me make myself turn towards home. After that I did a lot of quarter-mile walks down the road through the snow to get to the car.
Last Tuesday the doctor approved me for all activities—skiing, yoga, hiking, whatever. I explained that I had had some pain when I walked through the snow on skis. "Kind of like you just had foot surgery?" he said and then approved all activities. "Just be careful," he said. "Don't be a knucklehead."
Two days later I went skiing. Oh, how beautiful it was!
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| Mt. McLoughlin from the trail |
The snow was good, but not great—crusty in places, heavy in others. My skills were likewise good but not great. I kept reminding myself not to be a knucklehead, but the snow and the trees and the mountains were so beautiful I skied for three and a half hours. I was in heaven.
I was pretty tired when I got back to the car. It was more exercise than I have had for three months. And it was superb.
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