Sunday, November 7, 2010

Winter sked

It's that time of year again. First tracks were laid on the splitty this weekend and the lowlands are disappearing under an ever deepening blanket as I strike these keys.
That means Sunday nights are for waxing planks, not for waxing poetic on the Internets. Come back Tuesday morning for photos and a short trip report from the first outing of the season.


Anonymous said...

Waxing is no excuse for waning.

Dante said...

Exlax on the wax anon. The moon can't be bright every night, nor a busy blogger try in vane not to wane.

Anonymous said...

Touche. No more will I question the bard of the board.