Keep Tracking Eh?

Keep tracking, eh! Earl Plato
Hurt my foot. X-rayed it. Not broken so out to Marcy Woods we go. Not alone Plato take a friend on this Christmas week winter day. This is the kind of a winter that I remember as a youth. Snow and more snow.
I admire skiers. To down hill ski again is out of the question. “Bobby Orr” knees for me. Actually I liked cross-country skiing in earlier days. Had a call from an old friend, Keith Seeber. He called from Fort Plain, New York to apologize that he had missed us on our family camping trip out West. When? 30 years ago! I recalled my back field cross-country skiing to his place as a youth. His mother would make a mug of steaming hot chocolate and give me a plate of homemade cookies. I still can picture those times. Just one of the benefits of skiing.
Try cross-country skiing this winter. It’s not too hard on the knees and it’s a chance to enjoy the outdoors. I used to follow the tracks of rabbits until they disappeared into a bush or woods. It’s track time this winter. However, I would advise you not to follow the large paw tracks of a certain cat, especially in Fort Erie. Bobcat. Lynx or mountain lion?