I feel like I'm in a Christmas card. The world is white under a dump of dry, powder snow. I clip into the skis and love the feeling of gliding along trails that meander through woods whose trees are plastered with snow. It's wonderful to hear the skoosh of the skis and feel the chill snow down my neck when I brush against low-hanging branches. At the day's end, the tent goes up in the trees and I stare up through the tall, thin trunks at a sky speckled with stars.
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