Raindrops keep falling on my ski trail, so I did me some talking to the sun…

On a rainy Thursday morning, a raucous rabble of birds crowed with delight from the Sawtooth pine tops as the pretty girl from the village sprinkled their breakfast mix of nuts and seeds onto the balcony railing. Her friend, the ski trail groomer Davinius watched from inside as the rain fell down, chewing on a chocolate chip cookie left over from soup kitchen Sunday. “No grooming today” the old pagan muttered as he threw an errant chip and a splash of coffee out the open window and onto the snow below, a small offering to Solis Invictus, the invincible sun god. “Seasons are changing”, he thought, “It wouldn’t hurt to be on the right side of the sun.” On Tuesday, the trail to the lake as far as the bridge junction, Over the Hill, South Loop and Sheep Thrills were groomed for skate and classic.