This afternoon, Holly and I got out for another round of cross-country skiing, this time at Featherstonhaugh State Forest, up in the hills near Mariaville. The scenery was very different as we headed uphill to the forest, with more snow than down below, and a lot of it still hanging heavy on the trees. It was a very white winter wonderland. Leaving the car and starting in on the unofficial "Purple Duct Tape Trail", we wound our way through logging debris until we reached the ski trail proper. It was a little surprising that nobody had skied in here yet, and the trail was unbroken. It's broken now - you're welcome. We "skied" the main loop, actually more like walking with long sticks on our feet, since we weren't gliding anywhere in the heavy wet unbroken snow. I was regretting leaving my camera at home, because the snow-covered tree limbs and drooping pines were the highlight of the day.