We went snowshoeing today in the Gifford Pinchot National Forest.
Amy thought "let's go snowshoeing" meant "let's walk on a flat surface in snowshoes for an hour or so."
Tom thought: "let's go snowshoeing" mean "I'll bet none of these people have ever hiked, skied or snowshoed to June Lake. Let's do it."
Four hours and a really strenuous excursion (especially for those who'd never been before) later, we limped back to our four-wheel drive vehicles: Blistered, soggy, chilled, foggy spectacled, twisted footed, and (in some cases) swearing under our breath.
But it was a pretty day. It snowed the whole time - beautiful, fat snowflakes that clung to us and slowly melted, seeping through the vest I found out is NOT waterproof and through my fleecy shell thing ... and then through my long-john shirt. Through my hat. Through my gloves. For a time, through my sense of humor. Huh. But not through my boots or socks, it needs to be noted. Those horrible snowboots that aren't fit for hiking (they really, really aren't) and those wonderfully woolly (they really, really are) alpacy wool socks Mom gave me for Christmas a couple years ago. As long as your feet are dry and warm and you can slap some HotHands into your soggy gloves, you can make it back to the parking lot.
Anyway.
I'm calling it 4.5 miles today. I wish I could earn double mileage for this trip, since those 4.5 miles were waddled, climbed, crawled and, in two very fun instances, unintentionally sledded on my backside.
4.5 miles this week
58.75 this month
103.5 this year
896.5 remaining
MODIFICATION:
Amy got my hope up when she estimated the trip was a 6-miler, but ... not so. Tom estimates 5. So:
5 miles this week
59.25 miles this month
104 miles this year
896 miles remaining
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