One of my favorite baristas (don’t worry, Trin; there are only two), saw me without Cedar recently and asked, “Cedar taking the day off?” Well, after a morning when we heard our first “hooter” (grouse) and a woodpecker in addition to the usual trail music, I did give her the morning off, so I could ski.
“Hard mornings, soft afternoons” isn’t just a sneak peek into a middle-aged man’s future, it’s the state of the state lately in spring ski conditions and a quote from a recent trail report.
Sorry, Cedar, had a sweet time without you. And I even had a guilty chuckle while driving and listening to Louden Wainright’s “Dump the Dog.”
Take heart, Cedar-fans. We had a nice misty morning and our afternoon will more than likely be the best kind of Cedar-soft: water, sand, other dogs, and a tennis ball.
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