Swooshing and gliding towards spring

Well, if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em.

Well, if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em.

After weeks of incessant whining about how much I dislike winter, I decided it was time to embrace some sort of activity that will make time pass until spring.

I decided to join my kids’ class trip to the Morice Mountain Nordic Ski trails and cross country ski with them.

This would not only solidify my bid for mother of the year, and also get some much needed exercise while I’m at it.

I was completely embarrassed to admit that even though I have lived in Houston for many many years including when I was a kid, I had never ventured way up Buck Flats road to the ski lodge and trails.

Shame on me, I know. What a most wonderful experience it was. Cross country skiing is my kind of activity, because you aren’t in constant fear of hurting yourself due to your complete inactivity.

You can plod along at your own pace and get a full body workout without the pain.

As I was making my way through the one trail with my daughters’ grade one class, I noticed something.

I noticed that winter is not only beautiful in this area, but quiet, serene and most peaceful.

I am always going on about how beautiful the Bulkley Valley is in the fall and even summer months, but I am always so negative about winter that I fail to notice that we have in fact achieved the wonderland that winter can be.

I found myself being envious of the people that have known all along how much fun that cross country skiing can be — it is a totally family oriented activity (I somehow am not ready to go screaming down Hudson Bay mountain fearing for my very life) that all ages can enjoy and it is a great form of exercise.

The people involved in the ski club graciously took care of me and set me up with my equipment and off I went.

Maybe it’s time to get off the winter couch and start enjoying this weather for all it can be.