This isn't going to be one of those nice photo essays, or some great feat, or new treat, or anything special. Except that it's the first day this season I've been out on the skis. That's always a quality day.
I try to keep my trails mowed, and today is a perfect example of why I like to do that. There is enough snow to ski, but the going isn't much fun in the tall grass. You can easily see how much better the path is where it was mowed. There are just enough little hills out back to keep me happy.
The big loop around the field is flat, but it's still good exercise.
Just in case you want proof of the claimed activity:
Hunker down, west Michigan. Tomorrow is supposed to be nasty.
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