Everybody in the Capital Region is suffering from a lingering winter malaise and despite my happy outdoor entries, I too struggle with these (depressing) temperatures. Couple the cold with an unusually slow production schedule (even more depressing), I fight the urge to abandon my station in life and start fresh anywhere and everywhere else – all the time. Sigh.
Success doesn’t come easy and finding that creative edge is hampered even more so when the sun doesn’t shine. On days that it doesn’t, I immerse myself in docs, daily camera reviews, swapping old equipment for new and daydreaming of attending NAB (National Association of Broadcasters). On days that it does shine, it’s back into the fresh air for motivational fuel. It’s humbling enough just working in a slow sole proprietorship, let alone struggling with seasonal winter discontent.
And, so, with that, I was off to do some Nordic skiing today, probably for the last time, at Crandall Park in Glens Falls. I had trouble finding the trails until a man with a big yellow lab pointed in the direction of the YMCA.
Crandall Park is best known for being the oldest cross-country center in the country for keeping the lights on after hours. I like it because it’s closer than Lapland Lake and the cost – it’s free. My friend Karen informed me that she used to practice and race here in high school. Given the varied terrain and wide trails, that makes perfect sense.
The conditions were too icy for skiing so I looped a few miles in snowshoes. You too will get in a fitful workout here but between the highway noise and eye soar industrial water towers, (lodged among majestic pines) you may agree there’s too much civilization. Maybe it would be best to do this park in the dark?