Saturday, snow. Sunday, more snow overnight. We went cross-country skiing Saturday and encountered a kind of weird snowmobiler who, muffled all up in his helmet like Kenny, seemed to be offering to set track for us. We skiied along the treeline for a while, and when we ran out of trees, ran right into the teeth of the blizzard. About 10 seconds into that, and we decided to turn around and head back. We got about 40 minutes’ worth of skiing out of it, so not bad, but not really great conditions. Maybe next time we’ll try one of the…