Biding Our Time
Okay, let’s face it, those of us who are not yet enjoying the abundance of snow in West Yellowstone, MT are on edge. We are squirming in our ski boots to see it for ourselves, and biding our time until the start of the Yellowstone Ski Festival when we can finally experience that “first-time-on-snow-this-season” thrill. But in the meantime, us flat-land Midwesterners have to put up with rollerskiing for a bit longer before we can stash away our wheeled contraptions for the winter.
On a typical weekend morning this time of year in the Twin Cities one might encounter a myriad of rollerskiers on the roads who are counting down with each pole plant the minute when snow arrives. Notice the glazed-over look on our faces; it’s a result of the snow mirages we are seeing in the distance. That double yellow line dissecting the interstate? It’s a freshly-set classic track in our delusional minds.
On a recent Sunday morning in November I met with a group of women at Baker Park Reserve for what we hoped would be one of the last rollerskis of the season. We enjoyed the ample sunshine and pastoral scenery, but let’s be honest, we would much rather be skiing.
Pretending the pavement is snow
Yes, we know we look silly
Socializing with our equine friends
She's lost her marbles, folks
Paying a visit to Jan Guenther's alter ego
