Bike 'n Ski

Like Surf 'n Turf, only better.

What to do when the snow is falling at the height of the evening but you may not have a snow day the next day? Go out and play.

The boy outgrew his cross country skis so I gave him mine and hopped on the single speed. Gus threw his skis on and joined us for a little bit as well. We noodled around the neighborhood for awhile in the fluffy, gorgous snow. It reminded my of the final line of Joyce's short story, The Dead: "His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead." Indeed, the snow was faintly falling. I have the pics to prove it: Sometimes gravity wins.
Sometimes it doesn't.
Gus and Jimmy cruising down Gowen Avenue.
The Creishem Cottage Cafe, corner of Germantown and Gowen. Mt. Airy Beer Distributor, across from the Cottage.
Self-portrait at Mt. Airy Train Station.
Mt. Airy Train station.
My favorite spot in the neighborhood--the secret alley that connects Boyer Street to Devon.

Let's hope for a snow day tomorrow! I see a bike ride on the agenda. The snow is perfect.