Last Ski

​Today was the last day for skiing. The world is opening the way for Spring, revealing hidden streams, mucky mud, and new life.

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This morning Kala and I got to Deer Haven by 8:30am, before any ice and snow left on the path had melted and before any other people were there. I figured it was the last day.

The day before, the trail had turned to water in the 50' temperatures and now was a gray, solid treacherous trail of icy footprints. There was enough snow left on the side of the trail for my skis to manage a little glide.

The best part - a barred owl watching us from above and then flying off when we got too close.

Our evening ski in the meadow was really more finding patches of snow here and there amid the mud. The smell was thick with earth, the moon full. And I know for sure I heard the ringing of frogs.