Bikes are never far from my mind, but with the awesome winter we've been having I've traded my cycling for cross country skiing. Years ago I acquired my mother-in-law's old wooden skis. They are not just any old skis either, but beautiful, classic, waxable Norwegian skis with gold-colored three-pin bindings. They must be 40 years old. I swoosh and glide much faster than on my waxless Karhus. I am a Vermonter and skier, but I had never experienced how lightweight and fast waxable skis propel you through the snow.
Intervale's groomed trail
If I can't ride a bicycle I'll take skiing any day. I suppose I could pedal on a trainer, but I'd be bored. I'd rather be outdoors, making tracks. I never get cold and it doesn't cost any money. I can zip along on a nearby country club golf course, ski groomed tracks at the Intervale, or create loops in our neighborhood backyards. Like cycling, it gives me a tremendous feeling of accomplishment getting somewhere under my own power, a good workout and puts a big smile on my face. It's also the perfect venue for a "date" with my husband.