Yesterday afternoon we realized we hadn't tracked our loop up into the woods since the last snowfall. And the latest forecast was for about 8" more snow starting last night and continuing through today. So we decided we needed to get out there with snowshoes and pack a good base before getting the new snow.
We started out with the three dogs, our Zoey and our granddogs, Tucker and Maisy.
We had barely started up the trail when, sadness and woe, our soon-to-be fourteen year old Zoey simply did not want to make the hike and no amount of coaxing on our part would get her to change her mind. Clearly, a Sunday afternoon snooze in the house on her bed sounded like a better idea. This is the first time she has ever, in any kind of weather, declined to go for a run in the woods.
Papa Pea had to turn around and take her back to the house before we could continue on.
Even with snowshoes, we probably broke through about 6". The going was particularly rough for Tucker, because his legs are only about 4" long!
And the snow kept balling up on the dogs' feet which must be irritating as all heck.
Also being that there were so many wonderful scents to investigate, Tucker had a face full of snow most of the time.
Stopping on top of the ridge.
Nice profile shot, Maisy.
We're finally getting enough of a snow build-up that everything is getting pretty well covered. (Note the huge rocks to the left of me in above picture.)
Every time when we get back from hiking the loop, I always feel so good for having gotten the exercise and experienced the gorgeous scenery. But, boy, am I (consistently) a pain in the patoot on the uphill first half of the trail. I don't know why my hubby doesn't automatically slap a strip of duct tape over my mouth and then take it off when we reach the top. I grump and groan constantly about how much the uphill climb h-u-r-t-s and how much I don't l-i-k-e climbing uphill. (Whine, whine, incessant whining.)
We used to have a friend who was a chunky, little guy and he would often say he was built for comfort, not speed. I feel as if I must be built for downhill, not uphill.
Uh-oh. Here it is 2 o'clock Monday afternoon and it's been snowing all day. Hubby just announced he wants to go snowshoe the loop again to pack down the new snow. Sure, I'll go along. But that first uphill part of the trail h-u-r-t-s SO much and . . .
the quotidian (10.23.17)
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