The first time I cross country skied I was in middle school and had mixed up the date of the field trip (not much has changed there). So when the day came to ski I was totally unprepared - but determined, and got on the school bus with my classmates and went somewhere near Mt. Hood (I was a kid and didn't pay attention often to where I was going...not much has changed there either). I fully enjoyed the snow...for the first ten minutes. The rest of the time was a wet and cold misery.
Now that I'm older and have more outdoor gear, I LOVE cross country skiing! The quiet, the natural beauty, the physical exertion and the shared experience with friends is something I didn't get enough of living in Brooklyn. Dare I say - I zen-out and appreciate my life in moments like that. Here are a few shots from the several trips I've taken so far this winter: