Nine sextagenarians went snowtubing today, and we all lived to tell the tale!

Great snowshoe on the Stroudwater River. Had someone racing us on the bank for awhile.

Another sign you're reired: being able to ski at 11 on a Friday morning.

@edzep.bsky.social Welcome to the sunnier side of the street.

You know you're really retired--and it's cold outside--when you happily spend a whole afternoon sorting through and labeling old photos.

Skated for the first time in two years last night. No falls=a win.