When I woke up they were saying it was Christmas, and so I looked outside to see for myself. Couldn't see any definite signs of Christmas, but there was definitely sunshine. So I drank some strong coffee, put on some bright pink flash pants, and hit the road and drove until I found a good place to stop.
This looked like a good place to me:
This pretty well typifies what December has been like: more snow on the ground than up in the skies, but not a whole lot of snow on the ground. It wouldn't even qualify as fast grass.
So I put aside my skis, and pulled out some O' shoes, a compass, and a Christmas map (see, I did find a sign of Christmas after all):
I was happy to see the course didn't go into the white SE corner. It might look like it's wonderful open forest, but local rumor has it that it is in fact covered in impenetrable bamboo grove with stiltgrass in all the interstices. It always sounded bad enough to me that I've avoided it.
12.8 kms, some of the legs went where they went because there was something I wanted to check out. The jeep trail leading to #31 has been fenced off and plowed under. I didn't see any sub-morons. I assume they were all gathered at Walmart, maskless and crammed together at the doors, wondering why the doors were locked.
It was really beautiful out, mild (40s) and with winds that gradually picked up the whole time--typical for winter afternoons in these parts.