When the snow has crystallized, Jack Frost has been designing Gothic art on the windows, and the whishhh, whishhh sound of gently trodding across the tundra is replaced by hard Kkkrunch, well, that is when it is cold. Arctic, Siberian cold.
In other words, perfect for snowshoeing? I think not. Nearly a hundred people showed up to race at the Lake Effect Snowshoe Festival though, from sprints to a half-marathon. Hardy souls. Good for them.
Many thanks to Lou "starter" K, Jan, Eileen and Mike who put up with a grumpy, cold old man who became overly stressed over minor details. We received many positive comments regarding the 100m-1500m races. Now many more people are qualified for what may be the last winter Empire State Games.
The Erie Canal, Running Paradise
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