It’s been years since I went cross-country skiing but with the abundant snow this year it seemed like a good opportunity to give it a try. So last weekend, my teenage son, Hank, and I headed to Tahoe Meadows (at the top of Mt. Rose, about 15 miles south of Reno via State Route 431) for a little Nordic father-son bonding.

Conditions were ideal. The meadow was layered with about four or five feet of packed snow and the skies were bright and sunny. After parking beside the road, we climbed the four-foot berm and set off across the meadow.

Even though I hadn’t skied in a long time, the gliding movements soon came back to me as we plowed through the fresh powder. My son, who downhills and boards, quickly got the hang of it all and was, in no time, easily following the trail.

Since I’m not in the shape I was in 20 years ago when I used to cross-country more regularly, we only stayed on the snow for a short time. But the scenery was magnificent, the powder felt nice and soft under our skis, the smaller moguls were fun to ski down, and it gave us a chance to hang out and talk.

What more could you want on a Saturday afternoon?—Richard Moreno

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