I was reluctant to go on this weekend trip. But I am glad I did. I am not so coordinated at cross country skiing, falling many a times. However, much solace was found in being outside. At one point I went for an hour long solitary walk. I dared myself to walk to the middle of the lake (being afraid of things that sink in big bodies of water) and took the time to examine little touches of nature along the way. A thought that struck me, I would really enjoy winter more if I took the time to get outside more. Nonetheless, a good weekend of big pots of chili, birch trees, nature, flannel, euchre, and old stories.
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