Toby and I made it up to my parents place in mid-state NY for one more 'last snow sports' weekend of the season. We've had quite a few. At the last minute I threw Toby's xc skis in the car, but neglected to bring much else (like his gloves, hat, sunglasses and wellingtons). No matter. After a brief squawk, he gamely adopted whatever was in the mud room and off we went. The skiing early Saturday was not so hot, but he sagely said he was going to wait until the steady snow took effect and took the edge off of the very hard and fast conditions in the woods. He was right. The rest is part of the fleeting history which is childhood, and it was a lot of fun.
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