Snowshoes are just plain awkward. They’re big, bulky–and Lord help you if you have to turn around or back up. Everything about them makes laughing inevitable. I’ve only been shoeing twice in my life, and both times I ended up giggling like a little kid while traipsing around in them. But, hey, at least they make walking possible when the snow is deep.
For Christmas this year, my husband bought each of us a pair of show shoes. (I’ve been resistive to the idea of learning to ski or snowboard since I prefer that my bones stay intact.)
Snow is just a quick 30-minute drive away, and yesterday seemed like a great day to try them out. Plus, a little bit of physical activity sounded like a nice self-care choice after a few days of gorging on holiday leftovers.
The week between Christmas and New Year is always busy in the greater Seattle area, no matter where you go. Hiking trails are full, restaurants and stores are full, ski slopes are full–so being an early bird is your only hope (though early is relative). Even at 9 AM the parking area was full, but we managed to find a spot.
As we walked up the trail, we passed hordes of families sledding and playing in the snow. Kids were still wearing their seasonal smiles, and a few parents were sipping on adult beverages (clearly unwinding from all of the festivities). It felt great to stretch my legs and gaze in amazement at the snow-covered trees. Once again I was reminded that I’m just one of the many living things tromping around the woods.
What a great way to send a little gratitude into the universe.