It was an amazing day. It made me feel alive again. Well again. Like me again. Why, oh why, do I forget so easily that spending time outdoors makes me want to dance to the stars and back? I see clearly again...I trust myself more. I feel.
It was good for all of us. It was Zoey's first time snowshoeing (beyond using them at school in gym) and while she was worn out at the end of it, she did great and was a trooper...I think we will be able to talk her into doing it again.
In true Ethan style, he led us to the trail head (which happened not to be the trail head...but the end rather) and promptly left us to navigate (or discover our demise) on our own. After passing skiers (on what was supposed to be a snowshoe only trail) going the opposite direction as us, we decided to turn back around and figure out where it was that we were supposed to be.
Lucky for us...we weren't too far off from where it was we were supposed to be! That, and we got to have the satisfaction of discovering which trail to take all on our own and navigate it on our own as well. :) It's the little things!
Zoey was sure to allow me some breaks here and there during our trek which I appreciated!
It was so very beautiful and the day was perfect weather-wise. A balmy 28 degrees which compared to the -30 temps earlier in the week seemed downright tropical!
One thing that I enjoyed was the quiet. The swishing of our shoes in the snow and the ability to hear our breathing. The scent of sweat and cold.
Feeling alive is so amazing.
Me and my telling pink cheeks...if I am going to continue snowshoeing I'm going to have to figure out what to wear. I didn't really have the appropriate outdoor wear for keeping warm after done snowshoeing as I got a bit chilled since I was wearing cotton under layers.
I will say though...because I am honest, even in my storytelling, there was a point about half way through our trek that I started wondering if I had chosen the right trail. It was starting to get darker and I didn't see anything that looked familiar or like an ending. :) I kept trying to get Zoey to keep moving as I was starting to feel a wee bit of panic start to creep in.
Luckily, it was short lived. We soon saw familiar buildings across the way and we cut across the frozen lake (not pictured) to get to where it was we needed to be. I swear too that not 1 minute after I knew where it was that we were did Ethan swoop by on his skis. His timing is impeccable. As soon as he knew that we knew where it was we were going, he took off for another loop around the lake.
At the end of our adventure and after taking off our snowshoes Zoey collapsed in the snow. We were beat!
It felt pretty funny walking just in our boots after walking in snowshoes for so long.
I think, that being outdoors together as a family, helps to remind me of who I am. Who I was. Who Ethan and I were and are. Who we all are now. And that I love it.