Today was pretty much my last ski of the year. I ended it where I started it — at Weston Ski Track.
It feels same shameful to stop while there’s still so much snow on the ground, but it’s go-time for running.
So that’s that.
I even took the roof box off my car.
I skied a few easy laps. I was a little tired from yesterday’s long run. Just a little tired. I felt much better than I expected.
I skied with my friend, Tom.
I’ve known Tom forever. I met him while I was racing bikes in France in 1991. We lost touch. About 15-20 years went by. Then a few years ago, I saw him skiing around Weston. After all that time, it took us a while to figure out we knew each other, then we were back skiing and biking together.
A good ski with a good friend. And a good way to wrap-up the season.