Even though we’re getting a little melting today, the fun goes on. I had a great ski up the trail from my back gate, west on the long uphill grade to Clarke’s Gap. I had it all to myself, but was following tracks laid down by at least one other skier, and maybe another. Lots of deer trails crossing to and fro, and I got to see a pair of White-tailed does bounding across at one point. I did not see the Scurrilous Red-Crested Marxist, whom I have seen before more than once on that stretch (around milepost 36), for I believe he maintains a seasonal den in the neighborhood. I do love to see the native wildlife, of course, and especially Odocoileus Virginianus, but invasive species, utterly alien and destructive in their habits, I wish would move north across the river.
And here’s a great post over at XBRADTC on „Snowcialism“ by our good friend and fellow Marine, URR, on an idiotic pronouncement by DC’s hideous, awful, anti-Constitution police chief. He is right and she is wrong: although one cannot claim „ownership“ of a space– unless the space comes with ownership of a house or condo in DC, as I believe many do– he or she who shovels out a space ought to be able to claim it for the duration of the event. Otherwise, who wants to expend the effort? Perfect illustration of the essential value of property rights and the idiocy of socialism.
Lastly, I was getting a little snow sticking to my (waxless) skis yesterday and today with the changing conditions, and was lamenting that it was making my efforts way harder than they needed to be. I recalled that the great Bjorn Daehlie of Norway had made a bad waxing decision in an Olympic event that he was slated to win, and ended up way down the list of finishers. But he finished, and refused to give up. That was in the 30k at Nagano in 1998. A 30k ski race is a manly event, and to do it with the wrong wax must have been brutal. Daehlie was (is) a true champion.