Monday, March 16, 2015

SOL March 16

I pushed my backpack down the short hill, and it sped through the slide, and followed. The white snow glistened as I took a deep breath, and followed my pack down the short steep hill. I collected speed, an I hit the bottom and slid ten feet to rest next to a tree. I slipped my snowshoes back on, and climbed back up the hill for another run.

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