Burning time and energy in anticipation of Santa’s arrival
The snow had piled up pretty good around our Lime-kiln Lake home in that week prior to Christmas 1974.
Heavy snowfalls were typical back then, and at the age of eight I couldn’t wait to get out and explore the woods behind our house.
Prior to setting out for a hike I followed my usual routine.
I ate a steaming bowl of cinnamon oatmeal and some peanut butter toast to warm my insides.
Then I gathered my outdoor gear from my box of winter wear in the closet. (I was lucky if I could find a matching pair of wool socks, but if I couldn’t, a pair that kind of matched would do.) Continue reading →