Señor Corrado leaned on the squealing radiator against the classroom window and squinted through the falling flakes. Thirty of our seventh grade eyes were also fixated out the window. Can I go outside and play in the snow now? I wondered, and when will middle school ever end? “Primera nieve” was one of the first phrases I learned in Spanish, and ever since, it’s what comes to mind every year when it starts snowing. Last night, I happened to be bike-commuting home, so “la primera nieve” for 2012 happened to involve “una bicicleta”:
Sadly, all this snow was gone by morning. If you couldn’t tell, winter biking is one of my favorite activities. So much so that on a trip to Mohonk Reserve in New York earlier this month, I went for a ride with my family on the mountain bike trails:
And last month, swapping my SPD clips and pedals for ski boots and bindings I headed to Killington, Vermont with the BU ski club, and the warm winter’s taken its toll there too: 19 out of almost 100 trails were open, and were all covered in man-made snow:
I’ll be keeping an eye on the weather, stay tuned for ski video down the Beacon St. hill in Brookline!