Rather than use this vacation day for a spring ski, I'm strolling down memory lane of the past winter's skiing. Took a trip to Highland Forest near Fabius with Armin one Sunday morning to get a taste of groomed trails and witness the dumping of clinging snow that transformed the forest.
Closer to home I went out in Caroline with Connie and Andy to the Super Secret Pond and admire the new heron nests. There used to be ten or more nests there but for some reason they have fallen and not replaced. Steve put a brace and platform on one trunk and within a few days a nest was under construction. One reason I always held for the abandonment of the rookery was that the tall trunks with sturdy branches to nest on had decayed and fallen. A nest a few feet above waterline showed that wasn't it. Glad they're back.
A local ski club has installed a bench on the trails at Hammond Hill in memory of Tob, a skier who passed last year and is indirectly responsible for me skiing and living in Ithaca. He and fellow family members would travel from Ithaca to Westfield to sweep their categories in the Chautauqua Overland Ski Marathon, my introduction to skiing. Made me wonder what was in the snow in Ithaca.
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