Frigid temperatures persist, so what does one do in the unrelenting cold? If you are a dog, then you seek out the sun and hope for a cozy blanket to sit on. My husband now works at the Kotler Ice Arena down the road in Victor, Idaho. I could just bring him hot coffee, soup, tea, anything to warm the innards on a morning that is, no lie, 20 plus below zero. But that wouldn’t be me. Instead, I put on Tim’s old hockey skates and took to the ice.
Day One – I used the granny device, a walker like contraption that you hold on to for dear life and in my case, old limb, as I navigate my way about the too-hard surface. After only a few tours about the rink, I put the crutch away and dared to skate. It was fun.
Day Two – I brought one of Tim’s hockey sticks, just to see. It was an open skate with sticks and pucks, but by the time I arrived, an informal game was happening. I palmed my stick and kept to the boards, less anyone think I was actually going to play. Again, after a few circles about the perimeter, I wandered into the game. OMG, hockey is fun. I dinked around like a spaz and made a few plays. I defended, I even passed. I’m going to join the women’s team. It’s just for fun. Tim says there are beginners like me. Bring on the padding.