I know some of you are going to wonder if I’m lost my mind when you hear what I’m about to say…. I like winter. Yes, I said it. I like winter. Sometimes, I have to admit, I even love winter. I like the pace of this season as life seems to move slower and be more relaxed. Because of the weather we are not able to make as many plans that require traveling and we can no longer work outside until sun down. Instead, we spend our nights and weekends watching movies while sitting in front of the fire or, when it is nice out, heading out to the ponds or trails to get some exercise.
My parents taught me to cross country ski at a very young age. I wasn’t very good at first, preferring to swing my poles around and sing Cee Cee my Play Mate, but my Dad was patient and soon enough I was tooling around. These days I love heading out to the trails. I love seeing the sun peeking through the trees and shining down on the fresh snow as we meander our way through the woods. I love coming up to the “big” hills and pausing so we can place bets on who will make it down the farthest. And I love making it back to the car and feeling my legs burn just a bit after a good workout.
In the past couple of years we’ve also started snow shoeing. I love this sport because it is simple, yet challenging. When Collin and I go together we walk quietly side by side. There is something so tranquil about being outside during the winter. Everything is still. You don’t see as many animals, although you know they are there; it is evident by the tracks in the snow. Maia usually runs along side us, kicking up snow, so happy to just be outside.
When I hear people talk about how they despise the snow it makes me a little sad. Although there are things about winter that I could do without, like the – 40 degree weather we are supposed to have tomorrow (yikes!), I don’t think I could give up the snow. Because without the snow there would be no winter sports, and I can’t imagine my life without these activities.