Down from the sky.

The temperature drops, the snow starts and it's as if a new template has been dropped across the city. Open water where we paddled will soon be a place to skid and skate across. Woods, parks, and fields fill the gaps between factories and triple deckers of the worm town. I haven't gotten around to biking most of them, but am more excited now about skiing or post-holing or snowshoeing through them as best I can. Today, I grabbed a micro-adventure by skiing around green hills park. I skimmed around between a couple of monster sledding hills before heading into the woods. Up the hills and around the old coal mine, discovering that rocks stop skis faster than a stick in the spokes. It was a lot of stopping and starting, falling down and beating up the sticks, but another nice day.

I guess these were my 2 steps back after having made one small step forward skiing down the Mass Central Rail trail up in Rutland State Forest. I spent a couple of hours there on New Year's Day and felt like I actually had the kick and glide thing mostly figured out. Here are a few pix from that outing.... Somewhere up there is supposed to be the ruins of a civil war prison - probably haunted by a bunch of ex-Georgians.