It was so warm here yesterday—in the sixties—that it was hard to believe that a short week ago, we were in Lake Placid, doing some of this:
And watching a heck of a lot of this:
We had gone this weekend specifically to watch the two-person bobsled World Championships; we saw quite a few Olympians. It was great fun hiking up the mountain to the starting point, listening to all the different languages and screaming like heck for every team as they took off:
Of course we had to do this on the Olympic 400m oval in the center of town, right in front of the high school:
Three of us even tried out this, on frozen Lake Mirror—a surprisingly smooth ride, though a bit pungent:
But my favorite was this one:
Light snow was falling as we tromped on trails at Paul Smith's College on rented snowshoes. It was completely magical, and a lovely way to finish up our weekend away.