Transition

I'm at a bit of a loss for words this evening, so I'm going to stick with the photographs.

Strategy session for the day's ski-imitation intervals

Kincaid Park Ski Stadium

Eagle River rollerskiing

Michaela, Anna, Hannah, Natalie

Earlier this week, I was riding shotgun in a Pilatus PC-12. A truly dreamy airplane. That big mountain is Iliamna Volcano.

And that one dead ahead is Redoubt Volcano.

Anchorage International Airport, from the copilot's seat.

Snow has arrived in the city. And we're already sprinting it out.

There's no way this photo would have ever made the blog. But Tracen said, "That photo's gonna be in the blog for sure!" And I love turning people's dreams into reality. So here it is.  And besides, JC's in it, too, and we promised his mom we'd keep tabs on him. So this serves to reassure her that he's still here, and hasn't yet grown that big bushy beard that we know would be a sign of trouble on the horizon. Sharp-eyed blog readers will already have noticed the telltale sign of Tracen's conservative and cautious nature: he switched out his rollerski ferrule on his right pole to a winter ski basket. But he left the rollerski tip on his left pole just in case the snow melts and we're back to rollerskiing next week. His maturity shines through, though he's only a sophomore.

Quail and Anna

Natalie

Has any reader of this blog ever had a bad ski outing on the Girdwood nordic trails?  Yesterday, Skippy and I continued our streak of successful and fun Girdwood workouts.

Girdwood. They're grooming it.