Yesterday, I took the opportunity to travel the roads less traveled between my house and the sprawling suburb known as Oshawa–they might not like this term, but since their cars jam up the highway on any given day, they deserve it.
Besides the sprawling mansions built on land that should be farmed, I had the chance to pass a ski hill called Dagmar. I don’t know much about the place except that I assume it isn’t a really big ski hill. They’ve got four chairlifts and 18 runs. I got this information from their website. They also note that it is very close to Toronto.
I do like skiing a lot. I have opted not to ski this year because I don’t know how my leg will react to the load skiing will put on it. I know how much pain walking causes, and I suspect skiing could be worse. I don’t know of any way to test it. I wouldn’t want to pay a lot of money, only to be struggling to get down one run.
Before my cycling trip, I could at least get on the exercise bike and see how painful it would be and how long I could last. It turns out that cycling is not as painful as walking. Though, after twenty kilometres of cycling, I needed a break.
What has this got to do with yesterday’s Perfect Moment? Well, basically, I was pleased to see that lots of people were out skiing and not letting winter get them down. The temperature was cold, but they were unaffected. Far too often people complain about the snow and the cold. Good to see that isn’t the case for everyone.