WobblyReport

The snow packed down by snowshoes was the last to melt and fade into the yellow-gray lawn north of the house we rent. Deep pockets of snow are likely yet found 50 miles (80 kilometers) or so northwest, where the National Weather Service station near Gaylord recorded snowfall this year exceeding any other on the books. The season of renewal is premature at this latitude and everyone is looking around with justified suspicion. Not to say they fail to appreciate a day of sunshine and relative warmth. But there pervades a sense that discussing it too much or directly will jinx it. Tempting fate I cut my hair close. It is one of several ritual acts to ready myself. Waking slightly earlier; stretching more often; consuming more water and calories. A busy season is approaching but it’s not here yet—perhaps time’s left to prepare.  A robin has been running around the yard in front of the aforementioned house, having returned from wherever robins winter. The American Robin should remain ...

Working on President’s Day was preferable to taking the day off given Tuesday’s looming production deadlines. Instead, a Friday would afford daylight hours to explore a recreational trail in another aspect. 2m icicle not for scale Alpine skiing and ski touring long have been my favored outdoor activities in cold seasons. A pair of Tubbs brand snowshoes I acquired from the second-hand section of a sporting goods shop a couple decades ago have seen infrequent use. Consequently, the snowshoes are in considerably better condition than my skiing equipment, all of which is currently in some state of disrepair. A winter hike required careful planning to fit in the window of time my spouse worked and my child attended school. The weather forecast was favorable, predicting temperatures just below freezing on Friday and higher temperatures with possible rain/snow by the following Monday, indicating that some of this season’s peak snow conditions in the area were to be found that weekend. Tria...