Metro Detroit got hammered Sunday night. Probably not as hammered as Boston after the Seahawks gaff in the Super Bowl. I'm talking snow here, not alcohol. Depending on the city, snow totals in the region more or less ranged from 12" to 16". That, folks, is a lot of snow!
As you might imagine, schools across the region closed. A long story short, I was off for the day. Natalie's work was closed. What to do...what to do....
Natalie has managed to do some cross-county skiing this season already. She was clearly fired up to do it again given the fresh snowfall. With my past history as an Olympic level skier, I was certainly interested, as well. I still have my solid and reliable gear from high school.
Despite the snow totals, roads were amazingly clear. We opted to head to Oakwoods Metropark.
Skiing on fresh snow in your local park with you wife is really quite a bit of fun. Its good for you, too. Everybody knows how good cross-country skiing is your health.
What is not fun is notion that your shoe could simply strip right off of the sole when you are plowing your way through deeper snow. It turns out my trusty high school skies were not so trusty.
If you are a regular reader of this blog (if you are, I'm really sorry), you might be thinking to yourself "Didn't this already happen to him?" No. Well, yes. Well, sort of.
You may recall the sad day in June of 2013. Natalie and I were hiking in the Apostle Islands National Lakeshore. My hiking boots...my trusty hiking books...suffered a serious malfunction. The sole sheared right off. The boots had already been repaired but it did not take. In the tradition of Viking burials, I filled my boots with rocks and heaved them into Lake Superior as I could not deal with the thought of angering their spirit with more repairs. (Keep in mind, Im atheist - I'm just having literary fun here....)
So, what shall I do with the ski boots? Well, I'll certainly see what I can do to get them repaired. Everything about them is fine, except for the fact they broke. Sure it is alot like saying a boat is just fine except for the giant hole in the hull, but I think you get my point.
I'll take this whole thing one step at a time...
2 comments:
Funny my wife and I went up to Lake Superior in July 2013 and I swear everywhere we went from the Keweenaw to Duluth there was like a bathtub ring on the shore. From your boot? Couldn't be....could it?
Perhaps it might depend on whether or not the intensity of the ring is related to the time it took for the boots to sink. I have a greater appreciation for the buoyancy of air. Despite the weight of the stones, the boots took longer to sink than I would have guessed!
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