Pink-tinted goggles protect my eyes from the sun’s blinding rays that reflect off the snow. A black gaiter shields my neck and face from the biting wind as I cruise past miles of shimmering white snow and lush evergreen trees. Cross-country skiing is something different and out of my comfort zone. While I treasure the select days I can go skiing in the winter, I can only go down greens and a few blues without feeling terrified and finding myself inching down the side of the hill at a snail’s pace. Even going down the greens, beginner trails that some may find boring, I feel a sense of adventure and exhilaration as I ski alongside the younger, yet more experienced children. I envision cross-country skiing to be both exhilarating and ethereal,
