It's been snowing like crazy for days now. In the forest there's a foot of powder. The branches of the birch trees are bending under the weight of the snow.
This morning I joined little boy and his buddy in the off piste. Little boy moves like a ballet dancer on his fat skis, zig-zag between the birch poles. For me it got too technically difficult; too steep and too dense forest. After two runs I was totally exhausted. This was no country for old men.
I took a break, with a cup of coffee and a cold raspberry juice. Then I went looking for some easier powder, more suitable for an old man like me. Found it and had a good time in the white gold >:)
P'S. I borrowed the title of the post from the book by Cormac McCarthy. Great book by the way.
(Picture taken in the birch forest today.)
As long as there are good alternatives, the old men will be fine and happy :-)
ReplyDeleteYes. That's true >:)
DeleteAm green with envy. Winter was a bust here. Only got to use my shovel for two storms. Sigh.
ReplyDeleteShoveling snow is not the fun part of the winter, I agree
DeleteAm green with envy. Winter was a bust here. Only got to use my shovel for two storms. Sigh.
ReplyDelete...and I just turned on my air conditioner.
ReplyDeleteAh, our planet is a beautiful place. :)
P.S. Yes, great book. Not a bad movie, either, which is rare.
Yes, the variety of environments that we can choose from on our Earth is fantastic >:)
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