There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man's fears and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination. It is an area which we call "The Twilight Zone" - Rod Serling
Showing posts with label cross country skiing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cross country skiing. Show all posts
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Ode to Cross-country skiing
Those of you who have read my blog from time to time know that in winter I love to cross-country ski. Today was one of those perfect days. The weather was about -12 degrees Celsius and we got 20 cm of fresh powdery snow this week. With the right wax you can literally fly across the snow. There is nothing quite like it, the cold sparkling air like a fine champagne, the sun and bluish shadows on the snow, the the squeaky sound your skis make on the snow and the feeling of gliding across the landscape. Despite what my lil' sister says there is some good to winter weather...
Sunday, January 06, 2008
Odds and sods
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Flying on skis
There's nothing like cross-country skiing, fresh air, snow, and a good workout. Now x-country skiing is great at anytime but at night it's even better. The temperature was ideal (-7 to -8 degrees Celsius), great snow (dry and powdery), wax was perfect and finally the moon is almost full. All these things factored in make it indescribable. You almost fly across the snow and you can do 8 feet just on one kick. It's the closest thing to flying I know with your two feet still on the ground. Add to that, the full moon and it's "féerique" (more beautiful than reality, from the fairies world) The moon shining on the snow is so bright that most of the time I had my head light turned off. The pale white light, sparkling on the snow, with the black, black shadows of the trees makes an image approaching the abstract. When you stop all you can hear is the soft sighing of the breeze in the trees, nothing else. No cars, no people talking, nothing. If ever you get a chance to try I highly recommend it.
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