Is this the Buskin Lake area where I go skiing these days after work? What's with the deciduous trees, plowed road, and fence? This does not look like the Buskin. And that's my mom on really old fashioned cross country ski gear.
It's not the Buskin - it's Northern Virginia in the mid 1970s. That's where I learned to cross country ski. These days, I bet they do not get enough snow in that neck of the country anymore to even get a sniff of cross country skiing. Good thing my kids are growing up in Alaska. Patrick
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