Benefits exist from the overwhelming amount of snow dumped on Michigan over the past couple of weeks, but only if you know where to look. The seven-foot mounds on the side of my driveway represent hard labor. Not a pretty sight. The thick blanket that peacefully rests in the woods, however, represents pure pleasure. Especially if you cross-country ski.
My wife and I began cross-country skiing last year, so our skills remain at beginner levels. Our joy level, though, is a different story. Last weekend, we enjoyed our new pastime in near-perfect conditions: sunshine, no wind, and well-groomed trails.
As we glided through the quiet woods, my wife commented about the beauty of the undisturbed forest snow. From just a few yards behind her, I agreed—keeping my voice low to avoid disrupting the ambiance. She remarked about the amazing contrast between the evergreens and the white drifts. She commented about the air's fresh taste. She stopped to enjoy the warm sun that shone between trees. ...1