Sunny, Blue Skies And 4º

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It's a spectacular morning even though the weather belongs at the poles.  I was up just after 7:00 and went outside to get the paper and because it was so spectacular out, I ended up spending a couple of minutes shoveling the berm created by the plow, despite the cold. And what was once a white lake is now and a combination of orange, pink and gold, as the sun continues to rise.

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Yesterday was a really good day, the kind we felt good about by the end.  It started as usual with coffee and writing the blog but by 10:00, we had agreed we would go snowshoe/cross country ski a section of the 26 miles long Overland Trail.  We have walked the entire trail in sections over the years but have rarely hiked it in the winter.  So we drove in snowfall to the Panama parking area, about 11 miles away.  I carried my skis to the trailhead, avoiding a fall over the plowed berm and we were off in what I can only call a winter wonderland of pine trees frosted with snow.

Our Church Is Nature

Evie loved it and we were protected from the wind by the pines.  We were out only forty-five minutes, just enough for Evie but will go back, wondering why we haven't snowshoed it before.

The Good Life

Bliss

After our outing, we drove through a blizzard to Clymer, another nine miles south, to the Dutch Village Restuarant, a popular local hot spot for breakfast and lunch.  We sat at the counter, of course, had a great young waiter who explained all the breakfast specials,  I had French toast, sausage, and hash browns (done crispy) and Evie had fried eggs, sausage patties, and homemade bread.  We waddled out after a brief walk through their country store, filled with knick-knacks, candles, even furniture.  We then drove home through a blizzard, taking our time, driving 35 in a mostly 55-mile zone.

Roads Were Busy With Amish Buggies

Once we returned home, we dropped on the couches, ready to spend the rest of the afternoon like a couple of sloths.  Evie watched an old movie, Working Girl, and I read and napped, joining her for the Rocky-like, feel good ending.  I am a sucker for them.  We enjoyed a glass or two of wine as the sky darkened, the temperature dropped into single digits.  Dinner was the chili Evie had made Friday morning, no muss, no fuss.  We had oyster crackers, not this Cincinnati chili stuff and we both enjoyed it, just the right kind of dinner after an outing.  We watched a mediocre Saturday Night Live, with Steve Martin as Roger Stone. The other skits were boring except for the Weekly Update, our favorite part of the show. We finished with a great CBS Sunday Morning, as they celebrated forty years on TV.  It was another trip down nostalgia lane and really well done.