Yesterday was Tom's birthday! He decided that he wanted to go skiing (downhill), by himself, for the day. He would practice on his borrowed tele(mark) skis and then bring his regular skis with to really hit the slopes in the afternoon. Word is that there are 87 runs open right now on the hill! What a GREAT winter this is!
He got the Stormy Kromer brimless hat he wanted . . . .
And a pair of safety-rated, radio ear muffs for while he's working (chainsawing, using the sawmill, etc.). . . . (Yikes! Looks a little s-t-r-a-n-g-e, doesn't he?!)
And a pair of Filson pants he's long coveted. (They came un-hemmed. Ohhhh, Mom?!)
We were going to go to Thunder Bay tonight for his birthday dinner at Wasabi, our favorite sushi place, but we turned around just a couple miles shy of the border. The roads were TOO bad and only getting worse. And, we were driving the lightweight Yaris. AND we figured we'd pushed our luck with the drive home the OTHER night, so we decided not to test Mother Nature further. A stop at the Trading Post on the Rez for a frozen pizza, and we were home 2 1/2 hours after we'd left. We were disappointed . . . but sensible. We'll try again within the week when the weather is better.