bucks) for a pair of skis. "We're not paying for skis," the old gent
said. Instead, they went out into the woods, found a good, straight
birch trees, cut it down, and dragged it home. There, they cut,
carved, paned, and polished the wood into a set of skis. If I remember
the story correctly, Huck broke theis on the first or second time out.
RIP, Huck, one year ago today
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