Nooksack Nordic Ski Club

I realized long ago that many of the things I like to do are predominately enjoyed by individuals over the age of 50. I don't know why this is. I don't think of myself as boring...well, maybe I do, but not in an old person way. One of the things I really love to do is cross-country skiing. Most people my age seem to prefer the adrenaline rush of downhill skiing, but I'm more into the peaceful, rhythmic motion of the flats. Skiing, however, is one thing that I would prefer to not do alone...I have been known to go on a quick trip by myself, but somehow between the driving in the snow and the wandering out into freezing cold wilderness, it has crossed my mind that independence is not ideal. So I figured I would join a club, where I could meet other people with similar interests. Not surprisingly, when I showed up at the monthly meeting of the Nooksack Nordic Ski Club, I was the youngest person there...by a lot. It turns out there are a number of great nordic trails in the area, so I'll probably be trying to take advantage of them, but there don't appear to be many other young people that are also looking for cross-country ski partners.

Welcome to Bellingham.

So, I've been living in Bellingham for about a month now. Two issues have presented themselves, which are somewhat intertwined: one, I don't have very many friends here, and two, I haven't found my favorite places and my favorite things to do...you know, the ones that make a place feel like home. I have made an executive decision that I need to address that. And I figured there might be other people in the same boat. They aren't likely to find my blog, but they really aren't likely to find it if I didn't post it. So here we are.