winter pangs

It has got to the point in the year when all I can think about is winter, the first flurys of snow, the howling wind, driving rain and storms! I love it all and I miss it eight months of the year!

I’m longing to see the white stuff covering the fields and hill tops. I’m already anticipating the exhaustion as I trudge slowly up hill, breaking trail through waist deep fresh snow, the drop of the axe as it plunges through the neva layer of snow, and the delight which always hits home at the top of a climb, gully, ridge or hill!

Most of all I’m looking forward to feeling the snow spray up in my face as I decend down what ever it is I have just climbed, slowly carving swift lines over virgin powder!

I don’t know yet what this winter will bring, but boy I can not wait!