One of my favourite things about snowshoeing is being able to get off the beaten track and forge my own trails. Yesterday Charlie and I trekked right across the middle of the marsh (he had a good sniff around the beaver lodge!), through drifts that all but buried him, and right through undergrowth dense enough to have us clambering over deadfalls and squeezing between saplings.
This is the first year I’ve used poles for snowshoeing, and now I can’t imagine why I didn’t think to do so before. They’re invaluable for keeping my balance, holding aside branches, and fending off Charlie when he steps on my snowshoes while walking too close behind me. That latter bit doesn’t happen very often, though, because he’s tall enough to do much of the trail-forging all by himself. 😉
We already have enough (more than enough!) snow on the ground here for some decent snowshoeing and I am thrilled. As a bonus, this is the earliest I’ve ever been able to get out on the trails and it looks as though the white stuff is here to stay for a goodly length of time.
I’ve actually been out a couple of times since my last post, but the weather has been a little on the chilly side (read: too cold to take off my mittens long enough to snap a photo). Today was positively balmy by comparison, with the temperature hovering just below the freezing mark. It was perfect for getting out for more than an hour, and for these. 🙂
If you follow me on either Twitter or Facebook, you’ll know that we’ve had a very white Christmas this year. Two major winter storms have passed through within a week, and someone I met along the trail today says that a third is on its way. A lot of folks in the area are crying “uncle!” and claiming that we have more than enough of the white stuff…I, on the other hand, am having a total blast with it.
Yes, it’s true, I did whine about the onset of winter, but the truth is that once it settled in (and I got used to the idea!), I remembered how much I love it. Especially days like today. Clear skies, a good eight inches of fresh powder, brilliant sunshine, cold but not disgustingly so, and my first time out this year on snowshoes.
It was glorious.