I'm pleased to report we got another nice snowfall this past Friday night/Saturday morning. At long last we've got an adequate amount of snow to insulate plants, water lines and septic tanks. Now we don't have to worry about temperatures dipping down below zero and the frigid weather having a bad impact on such things.
Yesterday afternoon, after getting much exercise in the morning removing the snow from the driveway, paths, entries to the house and buildings, etc., we decided to go for a hike . . . for more exercise. (Just whose idea was that?)
Papa Pea had hiked the loop trail up behind our house once this winter with a friend, but I hadn't been on it yet.
He had encountered a couple of spots on the trail that were blocked with blowdowns so loaded a little sled with chainsaw, a couple of shovels and a pickaroon.
I've mentioned before that the first half of the loop is a steep incline (which always causes me to state I'm never going to hike it again) that goes straight northward. But then at the top we come to a ridge that we follow to the east for a while.
The ridge is relatively flat and makes for pleasant going after the first half of the trail climb.
Here I am, happy on the ridge where the walking is easy. The day was bright (yes, we had sun!) and beautiful and warm.
After the ridge, we turned and hiked southward and into the woods again. Here Papa Pea is clearing the last area of blowdown blocking the trail. (I think it looks like he has a pelt slung over his back, but it's just his sweatshirt he took off and tied around his middle.)
It's always a surprise to realize the different muscles you use when on snowshoes. I mean I walk and move around every day, right? But this morning the muscles in my feet and ankles are a titch on the sore side from walking on the snowshoes yesterday. A couple more hikes, now that we have the snow, and I should be back in snowshoeing shape. Or at least I hope so.
the quotidian (2.20.17)
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