We’ve had a few little ice ‘blips’ this year; and in true Dutch-style we’ve made the most of each one. Way back in November Maarten managed to only fall through once on the Stillwater River, then deemed it safe enough a few days later for an epic skate down it from Whitefish to Kalispell with a group of other local adventurous souls. More recently we enjoyed a few days of skating on our own Somers Bay. Poor Noa, having broken her leg on our first family ski day of the season, couldn’t join us but she had a fun afternoon playing with her cousin while we snuck out.
Mylo graduated to single blades this year and sped around like a champion. Sam is now wearing my speed skates, and I enjoyed my pain-free, warm, supportive Swedish touring skates (Cross country ski boots that click onto blades). It was delightful.