Last week-end came the first good skiing opportunity this season. At least if sticking to the prepared tracks. Lots of people out, lots of smiling faces.
Outside the prepared tracks, the forest was completely quiet. The snow on the branches muted all sounds. The snow on the ground was shallow enough to allow normal walking, but thick enough to hide all tracks and old footprints. To be the first down a path was like stepping onto virgin land.
Though very few people saw it, there was a broad smile on my face too. All day.