I just returned from sharing the holidays with my family in the upper peninsula of Michigan, and dropped my brother at the airport for his trip back to Tulsa. He flew up to Chicago this year and hitched with me for the long drive north. I don’t get to see Tom all that often, so having the extra time in the car and at my apartment together was nice. And though time with my family has always been special to me, I give special thanks for it again this year. You often hear people groan a little at the holidays about family. I understand, families are eccentric and often contain dramatic characters, but I feel so fortunate in my family. Our eccentricities and dramas are dwarfed by the levels of love and laughter we share each time we are together. I always say, no one makes me laugh the way my brother can, and nothing centers and grounds me more than coming home, especially before the start of a new year. Families are our roots.
Whenever my brother is up for the holidays, the two of us take a day to ski the hill in Iron River. And to our luck, this year our favorite trail at Ski Brule was open, Timber Doodle, a narrow run that twists and winds through the trees. We must have spent at least half the day skiing just that one trail, challenging each other to ski harder on each run. We even hit Double Doodle, the double black diamond version, before the end of the day.
I’m so glad you came up, Tom! Maybe we can aim for Thanksgiving mountain biking again in Tennessee next year! Oh, and thanks for still trying to make me laugh, even after I caught that head cold and was a little grouchy. (wink)
I hope you all found time this year to get outside and enjoy the winter season and laugh the way you can only with family!