In November, Will gave me a coupon for a snowshoeing adventure and a trip to Starbucks for a caramel apple cider. Over President's Day, I finally cached in on the offer. It was Will's first time experiencing the joy of snowshoeing and of course I didn't take him on a gradual incline. After watching the Olympics the whole weekend, I was feeling fat from being a couch cucumber (I like the alliteration of cucumber as opposed to potato) and the Olympic spirit was pulsing through my veins. Therefore, Will's maiden voyage turned out to be a bit of an epic struggle. At the beginning of the hike, we spotted two moose on the side of the trail. Here is a terrible picture. The mama was laying behind a snowbank and the baby is hidden in the brush.
Because of the snow and steep incline, I seriously doubted if Will would ever consent to go snowshoeing with me again. Fortunately, a European naturalist passed us up on the trail and urged us to go a little further. The lake was just over that ridge.
When we got to the lake, Will was uncertain of the actual location. I took a picture of Lake Blanche but it is not blog worthy. The fog was too dense and the snow was too blinding and the lake was too frozen, in other words, the picture is a mass of white.
Here we are on the descent. We are both in better spirits because the climbing was over. Will wanted to catch me in action running down the hill. Unfortunately, I am nimble in snowshoes and I whizzed by too quickly, the camera could not capture my grace and poise, so here is a posed pictue.
Hooray for fun winter activities!
2 comments:
We are happy that you managed to avoid a mama moose attack. Jack says that a mama moose is more dangerous than a bear and will kill you if you get too close to their babies...fearless you are.
That looks/sounds a little bit miserable & a lot epic. You should definitely go back in the summer.
P.S. I'll be here in the summer, so we should all go there in the summer.
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