Ice, Ice, Baby

Have you ever ice skated in a park? And I don’t mean a rink in the park, I mean in the park. Every path in Gorky Park is flooded each winter and let stand to freeze, resulting in bumpy fun for what seemed like thousands of Russian young’ns and a few brave Americans, namely us. Ice skating for the second time in your life on craterous icy paths alongside people who’ve been doing it for years is not the best ego boost. Yeah, I fell, several times, including an airborne landing—on my back—as Kristle watched on hopelessly. I wished we could stay, but there were so many other things to do in the last days in Moscow.