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.
3 comments:
Waxing is no excuse for waning.
Exlax on the wax anon. The moon can't be bright every night, nor a busy blogger try in vane not to wane.
Touche. No more will I question the bard of the board.
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