Forget what I said recently about preferring snowshoeing to cross-country skiing.
Yesterday completely busted my previous opinion.
“You’re making such a liar out of me,” I told Nancy as we skied along on flat, flat ground, our skis swooshing effortlessly in the near-perfect skiing conditions. The blue sky shined above us and the temperatures basted us in the upper 30’s.
We were in heaven along the shore of Lake Superior.
Nancy works on Tuesday through Thursday, so she’s taken to calling about going on outdoor adventures on Fridays. Last week we visited the heronry. This week she suggested the “ski” word. I took a deep breath and agreed, especially when she mentioned flat terrain.
Did we want to ski along the lake, or along a trail across from her house?
How about the lake?
We must have uttered the words “gorgeous day” at least a dozen times. It was picture-perfect. We skied out from Witz Marina in Skanee and headed northeast along the edge of the bay. The ice out this far is not solid very far out in the bay, so we stuck to the shoreline. No ice fishing tents dotted the horizon–all sensible ice fishermen baited lines farther in the Huron Bay.
We admired the cabins along the shore. Nancy knows just about everyone in the community. We’ve only lived here about 30 years, so we’re still newcomers. She’s always telling me who is related to who, who lives where, and all sorts of interesting details about people. She shared ancient history about long-dead residents as our skis glided along. It was fascinating.
We headed toward Lightfoot Bay, a piece of land owned by the Keweenaw Land Trust. Perhaps some of you remember the blog last summer about our visit there while awaiting the three-masted schooner. If not, please click here and here. You can see what the land looks like at the end of June.
We skied up to the lodge owned by the land trust and I noticed the intricate wood on the upper story. I had not remembered it from last summer, although my trusty observant husband later revealed he recalled it.
Nancy and I talked about how much fun it would be to rent the cabin with some other women and spend an overnight or weekend there. Then we plotted a possible overnight tour with the Book Club to Munising and the Pictured Rocks National Lakeshore.
By the time we finished our ski, we had all sorts of adventures planned for the summer.
What I enjoyed about this cross-country skiing trip (besides the flat terrain) was the leisurely way we explored the landscape, pausing numerous times to photograph all sorts of views. It proved a magnificent Friday afternoon. Can winter get much better than this?