Frode's Story

After a week in the woods with his daughter’s sixth grade class, Frode, hopped in his noble steel and proceeded North until he reached his destination. 

Upon arriving, he un quivered his skis and made for the trees!  Day one was a peaceful one with one to three inches of fresh icing on the ground, frosting the branches of every pine in sight.  Nothing but quiet filled the air as the fresh flakes drew every last bit of sound from the forest. 

One other, Marin, was also in the woods that day.  Frode and she met on the Upland Loop, the most remote track on the chain.  The woods felt as if they hadn’t been touched for many days.  It was utterly still and eerily calm as the snow began to fall gently.  With many miles left on his journey for the day, Frode made haste to his lodging for the night. 

Many hours later, after stopping at the outfitter for some backcountry Hok’s and grabbing grub at a local diner, it was time to check in.  A talk of continuous improvement and some back-end broadcasting ensued.  After one day in the woods nearly thirty-three miles had been covered in just over seven and a half hours.  A winter storm was coming.

Day two brought stormy seas and blustery waters.  It was a good thing Frode wouldn’t be sailing today.  Instead, he grabbed his Hok’s and headed up the hill toward the entrance to the woods.  After nearly an hour of climbing, talking all the way up, Frode entered the main trail. 

Never had he experienced such a peaceful day.  No one dared venture out after over a foot of fresh snow had fallen.  He was thankful he had chosen the path he had for this day.  It was quite possibly, the most peaceful day he’s ever spent in the woods.  After just over seven hours and ten minutes on the trail, Frode covered nearly twelve miles of ground.  He traveled just two miles per hour all day long.
 
More nourishment, this time prepared on a small heating element atop a cooler serving as a table, filled his belly.  A talk of past, purpose and promotion and some back-end broadcasting ensued and the pillow worked just fine that night.

On the third day, after preparing skis the night prior for another long day on the trail, Frode headed back up the hill toward the corduroy blanket.  As fatigue set in, peace deepened and he entered a blissful cave of happiness and accomplishment.  He slid along hallowed ground as he’d spent many difficult hours in this stretch of wood. 
He crossed paths with many others who were enjoying their time.  None of them knew what Frode had been through the last two days and that didn’t bother him one bit.  He smiled, encouraged and enjoyed the company.  He hadn’t had much for the previous two days.  It’s as if the path came alive with all the fresh faces.

After day three and more than thirty-one miles on the trail in just over seven hours and fifteen minutes, Frode headed back down the hill and soaked up every last bit of this beautiful time away.  After one final stop at the outfitter to sign off for the time, it was back to the lodge for a warm cup of hot chocolate, a burger and an ice cream Sunday.  One might call it a bit of a celebration, more for the peace and restoration of the experience than the distance or time traveled.

The following morning it was time for Frode to make the trek back to his family.  They awaited and seemed excited to see him upon his return.  He hopped in his noble steel and proceeded South until he reached his destination.  Until next time... 
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Live today with relentless courage.  Peace!