Monday, December 8, 2014

I Can't Stop

 Winter came early here this year.  We had our first measurable snowfall the week before Thanksgiving.  I had gone out to get the mail and when I saw the rain had changed over to snow, out came the camera.  I realize this looks more like a snowball fight than a snowstorm.

Big Flakes, almost need a helmet.
We've had years we could work on rock and garden projects into the first week in December, so this storm really did catch us with our snowpants down.  We still had some daffodils to get in the ground and with a little luck, they'll come up even though they were planted haphazardly.

There's Frank the Urn in his Christmas Outfit

The garage urn.  Sadly unnamed.  Must rectify that.  Any suggestions?
We had some bitterly cold temperatures in November, well below zero some nights.  Now that we're into the first week of December, it's been warming up some.  

The driveway Gate Grates covered in snow.  Always wondered what they'd look like white.

 Waking up the next morning was magical, there's nothing like snow to transform the ordinary.




 Enough of the driveway, let's wander into the back yard and see what Mother Nature did there.

Look, I had the steps shoveled before I took pictures.  Good job, me. 
Roses still blooming on the railing.  My mom painted this for me last month.
There it is, the Quarry.  Under there, somewhere.
So since it's officially the end of the gardening season and all this white stuff fell, of course, it is now skiing season.  (I know, it should be house-cleaning/Christmas shopping/baking/gift-wrapping/stained glass season. I know.)  But we never know how long we'll have snow, right? (Ok, we'll probably have snow until April, but remember last year I bought new skis to replace the ones I wore out?)  I decree it Cross-Country Ski Season.

There.  I said it.

I can't stay cooped up in the house when there's snow to be used.  That's a crime.

So anyway, the weather has turned a bit warmer again and my ski trails were getting a bit thin in places around the Back Eight.  I skied right through Gun Deer Hunting Season, too, but only after dark when all the guns were supposedly home and tucked in their cases.  Although last Saturday, Joel and I took a chance, donned blaze orange, and skied one of the Rails to Trails hiking trails.  We were lucky, no one took a shot at us.

Today Carl and I were at loose ends.  This weekend I worked on some Christmas decorating which meant we ended up with two horses in the dining room.  Metal horses, that is, the ones below in the picture.  It never fails that every year the light sets on the horses malfunction and then Carl and I go round and round with him insisting he can fix them and me railing against spending hours on repairs when the lights are clearly old and brittle.  Wonder of wonders, I prevailed this year.  We bought new lights. 
The horses last year.
Picture the two horses above in our dining room while we stripped them of their old lights and reapplied new ones.  Sheesh, such a job. 

After church this morning, we were kind of restless.  The snow here is thin, I've gone around the farm so many times I'm sure the neighbors think I'm truly nuts.

I've still been keeping up with my exercise routine,  walking with Leslie Sansone, tossing weights around three times a week, but Sunday's are traditionally my rest day, no Leslie on Sunday.

After dinner, Carl wanted to know if I wanted to try a new cross-country ski trail about 40 miles north of home.   I jumped at the chance to leave the Christmas clutter and work behind.  Let's go!

(I didn't take any pictures of the upcoming adventure; the rest of these are of the yard here, lol.)

Overlooking the frozen mud puddle in the Quarry
We left our house a bit late and arrived at the Machickanee Cross Country ski trail-head at 3:15 PM.  Even though it was so late, we chose the 3.9 mile 'intermediate' loop.

Snow dome and Snow Balls.
We've been skiing for over 30 years, so intermediate didn't sound too scary.  We skied through some gorgeous woods filled with pine, birch and beech trees with their papery winter leaves still clinging to the branches.  After a half mile we came to the branch in the road and a sign indicating the loop we wanted.  As we skied along, we came to a tree with a metal sign nailed up that read: Most Difficult.  At least, that's what I think it read, it was black with jagged white lines across it.  Not quite skull and cross bones, but  I started to feel a little twinge of dread.

As we moseyed on a little further, I saw the reason for the sign, the trail suddenly went down.  Far down.....  Oh, my.   I was flabbergasted, oh my goodness, how far down does it go? We're traditionally flat land ski people, downhill is not for either of us.



Carl asked me if I wanted to turn around and go back. (In retrospect, YES would have been the right answer.)   We stood there discussing it for awhile and noticed how low the sun was on the horizon.  How bad can it be?  I mean, heck, it's Intermediate.  Can't be THAT bad.  Right??



Carl bravely stepped forward.  "Wow, it's slippery," he said as he aimed his skis down the hill.  Down he went, picking up speed at an alarmingly rapid rate.  My heart sank.  He was out of sight in a split second.


I didn't hear any screams of agony.  Maybe it wasn't as bad as it looked.  I stepped forward cautiously. I can't stand here all day (or night).  Not wanting to look as chicken as I felt, I started out slowly,   planting my poles in front of me trying to brake as much as possible, but it was for naught.

Skis make zipping noises as you go and mine went from a nice quiet zip zip to zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZIIIIIIIIIIPPPPPPPPPPPP before I even made it ten feet down the hill. This ol' gal was FLYING!!!

 I saw my life pass before my eyes as I came careening down the hill completely out of control.  The further down the hill I went, the steeper it became and the more speed I picked up.  Oh, this will never do!



There was a curve coming up and a FOOT BRIDGE with a creek!!!  I'll never make the turn, I'll end up in the creek!!!   That was when I vaguely remembered something from South Park, that naughty animated TV show, and a skiing lesson...'If you pizza when you should have french fried, you're gonna have a bad time."

Was I supposed to Pizza now?  (Put the toes of my skis together? Or was I supposed to French Fry? The ski tips apart?  Or was it Snow Plow???  OH NO, oh no, oh no, oh no, my balance was going, the bridge is getting closer....... time to Abandon SHIP!!! 

I was clearly Going To Have a Bad Time.

Inexplicably, I remembered Mom and I driving home from town one Sunday forty years ago when suddenly the brakes on the old Buick went out.  We were trying desperately to stop, it was an AWFUL feeling.  She was pumping the brakes for all she was worth, and then hit the emergency brake only to have the cable snap.  She jammed the car into first gear and we hung on for dear life.  PLEASE JUST STOP!




I bailed out, dropped to my right side and flopped around like a rag doll from that point on. Snow was flying everywhere, I didn't know which end was up.   My new jeans left impressive blue-dyed snow skid marks for a good 25' before I came to a stop. One pole was halfway back up the hill and unbelievably the other was still in my hand. I ended up on both of my knees in a praying position with my skis crossed behind me, but I survived. I've never been happier to be still in my life. 


 Carl came back up the hill on his skis (I think he was french-frying) to pick up the pieces of his wife.

"Are you alright?! Wow, you really took a fall!" he said.

"Well, it beats going off the bridge into the creek," I said.  "I think, anyway."


Carl had to help me extricate myself from the tangle of long skis, finally unhooking my boot from the binding so I could get my right leg out of the pretzel position it was in.  Luckily I remembered to stand perpendicular to the hill when I stood up on the other ski, or I would have gone on down the rest of the way on one foot.  I was shaky, my right ankle was complaining a little, but everything was good.  I reapplied the other ski and continued on across the bridge.

 Of course, when you go down, you have to go back up, so we mushed our way up the hill on the opposite side of the creek with some trepidation and a lot of sweating and panting.  This was hard work and we were worried, dusk was falling and how many more of these hills were there?

In less than a quarter mile there was another downhill run.  I hesitated, but the ol' 'when you fall off the horse, you have to get right back on' adage was stuck in my head, so we went for it.  Carl was behind me and we tried our best to slow down, but the trail was icier here.  Halfway down, Carl yelled, "OHHHHH L O O O O O K  O O O O O U U U TTTT!!" as he flew on by.

 My skis were a little slower than his, and he had no choice but to pass on my right.  I had no time to watch his theatrics, it was all I could do to stay on my skis as trees flew by at breakneck speeds.  Finally, mercifully, the trail leveled off again and we both stood there panting.  I saw the imprints in the snow of other not-so-lucky ski victims earlier in the day, we weren't the only ones 'having fun'.

We plodded on until we came to another black sign proclaiming yet the next 'Most Dangerous Hill'.  Another one?? Yeah, right.  No way.  Off came my skis.  Fine, I'm walking.


Carl agreed, too.  Twice was enough, can't tempt Fate one more time, we're both 56 years old, we don't bend like we used to.

For the heck of it, I set my right ski down on the ground to see what would happen.  Without even giving it a push, the ski leaped to life, careening down the hill all on it's own, following the tracks of earlier skiers.  I shuddered to think how much faster it would have gone with me in the binding.  I was perfectly happy walking, thank you very much.  And at the bottom of this hill was another foot bridge.  I would have never made that turn.

By the time we walked up and down a few more hills, we could finally put the skis back on and make some headway toward the parking lot.  It was now almost 5PM and darkness had fallen.  We were both very tired and sweaty.  My light winter jacket was soggy and my wet hair was actually starting to stiffen in the cold air. 
 We flopped into the car and sat there for awhile, guzzling water.  Ah, it felt good to sit down!  I think this was the hardest 3.9 miles of skiing we've ever done.  We were sitting there looking at the map in the dome light when Carl said, "It looks like the other loop is an intermediate one too.  There is a beginner's trail, though.  We passed it by the gate."  

"I think we'd better stick to the beginner's trail next time," I said.   "You don't want to ski it now, do you?"
"Oh, not now! I've had enough for today," he said.

We pulled out onto the side road and drove slowly as it curved sharply.  Suddenly we came to a 'Hill' sign.  I tensed up immediately until I remembered Carl had just changed my brakes last Thursday.  
Oh, we can stop if we have to, yes, yes we can. 
No Pizza or French-Frying Necessary.  Just push down on the little pedal.


Brakes are a Wonderful Thing.  
 I wish someone would invent them for cross-country skis.

12 comments:

Rebecca said...

I'm not sure I seen more beautiful snow photos - NOR heard a more exciting cross country skiing story!

I'm impressed with your energy. I am NOT a winter person and know I lack the fitness level that you enjoy :(

FlowerLady Lorraine said...

Dear Karen ~ Your photos are wonderful. I was so engrossed in your story I was zipping past them and had to go back to look at them. Quarry Garden is beautiful it it's wintery finery.

My favorite photo is the one of the lit dome.

Your Mom did a lovely job on the railing with roses.

I'm so glad you two survived the 'intermediate' ski trail.

May your holidays be filled with love, joy and peace.

FlowerLady

Donna said...

Your garden is masterful in the snow especially the dome. Really a work of art....I gave up x-country skiing when I had a similar experience...so I stick to snow shoes that have brakes...me!

Pamela Gordon said...

Oh my gosh! What a thrill ride! I'm glad you didn't break or damage anything in this exciting ski run. I really enjoyed your story and you had me glued to the screen reading. I have to go back and admire your photos again! It looks beautiful under the new mantle of snow. Have a great week! Pam

Beth said...

You're such a writer, Karen - such talent, so humorous, loved your story and am glad you are safe. The quarry, the dome, they all look outstanding in snow! I love your gardens, Karen! Good for you with your exercise routine. You are an inspiration to me!!!
Hugs, and Merry Christmas!
Beth

El Gaucho said...

I'm glad that you survived and were uninjured, because that was a really funny story, really funny. And it would have been mean to laugh if you had been hurt somehow. Now if we could get enough snow to dust of the cross country skis here in North Dakota, we certainly don't have any hills like that to worry about.

Alison said...

Like Flowerlady, I had to go back and check out your pictures, I was son engrossed in reading your story! It's a good thing you didn't bring the camera, you might have lost it, and it would have been one more item to juggle while you were flying downhill. I'm so glad you survived unharmed.

Indie said...

Oh my, that's quite the adventure! I'm glad you weren't hurt! I haven't skied very often, but this story reminded me of one time I accidentally ended up on an 'Intermediate' slope as a beginner. The slope sounded very similar to yours, though instead of a creek there was a gravel parking lot at the bottom. I chose to wipe out on the snowy hill instead of on the gravel!
Your yard is beautiful in the snow. I'm torn as to wether I want snow or not. It seems too soon still, but it does cover all the brown dead things in the garden!

africanaussie said...

Our I just love your adventure tales....you are so brave. awsome photos of your garden covered with snow.

Susan Baker said...

Hi Karen, I haven't stopped by in a long while I have missed your adventures and beautiful garden.
life seemed to have got in the way and Blogging got pushed to the side.
your garden looks spectacular under its blanket of snow.
you and Carl are brave gosh no way would you get me on a pair of skis I would be on the ground quicker than you could say flash!
Your still doing the WALK WALK WALK! I am still sticking to the healthy eating and go to the gym 3 days a week I lost 7 1/2 stone but I am still the same old me Cindy Crawford on a day off! remember! Missed you hun,
love Sue B x
England

Debra Newton said...

Whew what an adventure!glad you both came thru it ok. Havent been here in a while...i have missed all your excitement. You know we all live thru you vicariously dont you, at least i do! Lol Wanted to wish you and the family a Very Merry Christmas! Take care out there and be careful!
*hugs* deb

Lona said...

LOL! you are so brave girl. :) I am lucky to walk without landing on my backside let alone skiing. I am so chicken. LOL!
Your pictures of your winter wonderland are so beautiful. I love looking at the snow as long as I do not have to go out too much in it.
Just wanted to drop by and tell you and your family to have a wonderful Christmas and so many Blessings in the New Year ahead.