Brent

The weather finally cooperated.  Winds died down and the temp rose into the 20's.  Brent got out his skis and took off toward the woods.  I told him if he didn't get back by dark, I'd come looking.  When he did return he said he had fun - the snow was compacted and he more skated on top of it than skied.  He said the woods were full of tracks though he didn't see the animals that made them.  He thought it was wonderfully quiet and the best skiing was along side the back corn field.   Maybe it's the adrenaline or endorphins or adventure but getting out on your own in the woods makes you talkative when you return.