Sorry for the lack of new natural history adventures of late. All of my time in the woods this past week has been spent on cross-country skis. Not only had I never been on skis before in my life, but I lack anything resembling athletic ability or coordination, so learning is a slow process – all of my attention is concentrated on remaining upright, with none left over for taking photos or looking at birds.
The A.P. Environmental Science teacher, who first attempted to teach me how to do it (kick and glide! kick and glide!), was trying to make a point about muscle memory or something and asked me what my favorite sport was in high school. Er… orchestra? So far I don’t so much ski exactly as shuffle my feet while wearing skis, and I look like a character in a slapstick comedy movie – there’s lots of wobbling, and flailing, and screaming, and falling down.
I’m determined to learn even if it kills me. Everyone in this part of the country LOVES cold weather and LOVES snow and LOVES cross-country skiing, and I refuse to be the only one left out. The only problem is that, while yesterday it was cold enough outside to freeze my damp post-shower hair nearly solid in about ninety seconds, today it’s warmed up so much that the snow is in danger of melting entirely. Darn you, climate change. It’s all your fault.
One week left until I leave for the holiday break…