I’ve heard through the grapevine some of you awaited with bated breath to read how the snowshoeing went: how many times I got tangled up in my own shoes, how many times I fell down, how many people I took down with me.
Monday came and went, no post. Yesterday, nary a word. So rude!
Long story short, no snowshoeing. Bitter disappointment, I know.
We did, however, set out on foot which, apparently, is a faux pas in the winter months in a STATE PARK.
We’re such rebels.
Seriously though, it could not be helped. The weather was so lovely. Also, we’d already paid the park fee–you would not believe how hard it was to come up with five measly dollars.
So, off we set. We meandered the service roads, careful to watch our step and avoid the grooves. As you may have gathered from the photo, we even went so far as to traverse the “Not so Easy” trail. No false advertising there. I don’t really love traipsing up and down snowy hills. Not to mention, there was a section where the snow kept caving in beneath my foot. I’d pull my leg out, walk a couple steps, and down I’d go — all the while, flinging my arms up in the air, yelping, and making a certain exclamation, over and over again, as if I had a particularly painful form of turrets.
It wasn’t pretty.
A fact made obvious as I inched my way up a hill and turned to face the one following me. She lagged so far behind, you practically needed binoculars to see her. Just giving you room in case you didn’t make it.
So some may explore the wilds with ease, but do they have Top Notch feet? I ask you. Because I do. Oh yes, I do–a professional opinion, that.
Quite frankly, I’ll take what skillz I can get.