I had an inordinate amount of writing to do today, so I barely got outside, let alone on the trail. But after my wife returned home with my granddaughter—they'd been on a mission to visit one of Pam's friends—I was lured away from the keyboard to bear witness to the treasures that Stasia received: cast-off feathers from her friend's resident peacocks. Stasia stashed the pair with the big eyes in a safe storage place, but the long ones that were less eye-catching... well, those were used for a different purpose—definitely one I had to see. Stasia has always loved to dance, and after her first-grade year, she's had a chance to watch her girlfriends doing something close to cheerleading, ballet, and rhythmic gymnastics. Why not combine all three? Thus was born the Dance of the Peacock Queen. Precise, energetic, engaging, inventive: I'd give it an unequivocal ten.