Today was the day to try another Nordic tradition: cross-country skiing. Kristina was going to show me the ropes. Here is my first lesson:


This was about 5 min. later when I tried to exit the driveway and get on the trail.

Here is a closeup. You may can tell that, at this point, I am not thinking, "Maybe I'll take up cross-country skiing as a lifetime hobby!" No, I was not thinking that...

Here are the results...one broken ski pole, wet bluejeans, and a bruised ego.

We did make a run at it though. This was between fall #1 and #2. It was pretty fun though, and I appreciate my teacher bearing with my frustrations!
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