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Knee-hab (January Update)
I ran last night. Not much. But I ran. Outside. On a trail. And I can still walk this morning. If running three klicks through on a random Thursday evening in January sounds less than impressive, let me introduce you to my Medial Collateral Ligament injury and the fact that I haven’t had a pain-free…
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Suburban Ski Day
A sunny Sunday afternoon in January was the perfect day to go check out a few kilometers of trails through a local green (winter white) space in the Edmonton suburbs.
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Public Service Announcement: Ski Trails Aren’t Walking Trails
To be clear, everything that follows is NOT about either an inflated feeling of entitlement or a misperception of my rights. Public parks are public places for everyone to enjoy. But. But imagine a huge suburban field covered in snow. After a long winter, that field will almost always be crisscrossed with trails of various…
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hoar frosty
hOr / frawst – (noun) From the old English, hoar frost evokes the hairy, beard-like frost that grows upon trees and other outdoor objects when the combination of temperature and humidity crystalize ice in a white, icy fuzz on all the surfaces of the world. It is a kind of magical scene, assuming it is…





