Here in Wisconsin we got dumped on last week with 16" of heavy wet snow. After snow work and a day of rest, I decided on Sat. to go snowshoeing. I convince my wife that it would be great, the sun was shining and no wind, though it was 16deg.F. So dressed and relearning the nuances of mounting the 'shoes we struck off, swapping trail busting and doing pretty well. About a quarter mile out our little dog Rahle, a Shiba Inu held up a foot, then two, with snowballs and cold, so Joyce took pity and said she would carry Rahle back. I continued on around the field, missing the trail busting tradeoff but my Oh my was it glorious. I paced myself and ventilated well to avoid oversweating inside the coat and got down and into the woods and trail that runs around a Tamarac swamp, then up into a pine planting. Little sign of critters, its been too deep and they are laying low, and not much for bird sound, just the quiet of winter and the crunch of my 'shoes in the snow. I circled back and double walked the path to establish it better, and to keep from more trail breaking. Round trip is about 3/4 to 1 mi., a good workout. Once home, and in, strip off the damp clothes and into some warm & dry snuggies and grab a cuppa.......
Pushin' 60 and after four heart attacks Im still doing stuff. Im a turtle, but slow & steady. I should have gone under years ago, so these 'extra' years have been by Grace, but so is every week, day, hour or minute. Do what you can as long as you can, life is good!
