Barb and I took a break from the slopes of Big Mountain to do some cross country skiing last week. Since living in Montana we have focused almost exclusively on downhill alpine skiing. So it was really nice to dust off the cross country skis and go for a long trek in the backcountry.

Briskly gliding on the smooth tracks through the snow covered pine forest took me back to my days in Minnesota where cross country skiing was a daily activity for us in winter. It felt great to get back to my roots a little bit. The air was crisp and cold and the scenery amazing.

As a bonus huge snowflakes the size of quarters were gently falling from the sky while we skied. A perfect one landed right on Barb's glove... check the pic below.