Snow flurries were followed by bright sunshine and a stroll for me and Sue beside the river.
Bibs and timing chips were retrieved from a rather shambolic collection point at a school in Gatineau.
Skis were waxed and pasta duly consumed, followed by Susan's offering for the day, some giant cup cakes, and the last of Ken's tasty birthday cake.
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I presume you are waxing your skis in that photo, an activity that is a complete mystery to me., and so it will remain as any chance of pursuing that activity is now long gone.
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