Good Sport

We’d warmed up with a short hike down to a kettle lake covered in untrodden snow. We couldn’t resist the temptation to make tracks, so we crossed the lake enjoying the silence and the warm sunshine.

Soon we’re flying up the road. Had I worn a silk scarf, it would have been streaming out behind me.

Croquet, at least the version I was about to learn, is both remarkably like and completely different from what most kids play.