2020 went out – on a pair of cross country skis. Just inside the Lolo National Forest, on a section of closed road, I put cross country skis on for the first time. It was so peaceful, you could hear the snow falling…that is, until I put the skis on and started skiing.  All I could hear at that point was my clumping in the snow.  It took me a little while to get the hang of “gliding”.  I’d like to say that I eventually figured it out – and maybe I did – but I still managed to fall face first into the snow just 50 yards from the end. …