It was hot hot hot yet there were heaps of snow clinging fiercely to the paths. There we were in shorts and tees and up to ankles in snow, like snowbunnies who forgot their skis but showed up to the hills anyway out of habit and for the pure joy of t-bar runs. We were sweating in snow.
We made a game out of running through it, icy and slushy and clearly on its way to a permanent meltdown. It looked and felt like sand, so yeah, we were running on a beach. A waterless one. At times, the snow complained loudly with a combo of crunch-slosh-crack noises but we laughed loudly in response, and also because my colleagues are pretty funny guys.
And we weren't the only ones taking advantage of the beautiful weather. We saw walkers, runners, skiers and cyclists, and an impromptu daycare of little kiddies sitting on a quilt on the road (still closed for the season).
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