More snowshoeing…
So, yesterday, I went snowshoeing again. I’m finding it oddly easy. The snowshoes I remember from years ago – the ones that looked like badminton rackets, seemed to make it harder to walk. They tended to tangle, and mad you adopt a goofy “cowboy” stance. Now, newer snowshoes make walking on snow seem like walking on a sidewalk. It’s unnerving how easy it seems.
I’m digging snowshoeing for a couple of reasons. One – snowshoes allow you access to the deep woods in the winter. Here is the view heading up a well-used trail near Minturn. I was immediately struck by the sun, which looked like a cold flare behind a thin screen of frozen cloud:
The trees, which my native Mainer knee-jerk identified as birch, are actually aspen. For some reason older marks in trees don’t look like graffiti, they remind me of organic petroglyphs.
This hike made me think a lot about dogs on trails. From my perspective, dogs represent un-needed complications in a lot of different areas of life, but on the other hand, they make life a lot more interesting and complicated. Here is Cynthia enjoying the complexity of dogs on trails:
Sill, there were some moments of absolute scilence that only occur during the winter:
It was a great walk. I resolve to walk in the winter ore often – in that stark, suppressed landscape.
