kite boarding

Last night the snow fell lightly whispering through the air like a million tiny silver spiders dangling from their threads – a perfect night for cross country skiing! I accepted the night’s invitation and headed to the trail. I let my skis lead the way as the darkness rendered my sight useless. The crisp 9 degree air was freezing the moisture on my eye lashes. What a small price to pay for the revitalizing experience of gliding through the woods at night over freshly fallen snow.