Another day, another strenuous snow activity. This time we walked away from Don Cheepo's with snow shoes!
I remain undecided about cross-country skiing, and the whiplash from sledging leaves me wondering when I'll return to that, but this...wow! Previously inaccessible terrain suddenly opens up before you. Forget the cartoon image of strapping tennis rackets to your feet - these babies were the peak of hi-tech.
David C. and Ari joined Hannah and I for a excursion into the wilderness. We headed far off the beaten path, no more so than when we realised we were standing in the middle of a frozen river (because Ari fell in). We returned tentatively to the tree line.
After that we had a quick (because it gets strangely cold when you're sitting still) picnic on the beach, returned the shoes, and after a final stop for some sustenance were on our way back to Berkeley. We'd cunningly chosen to travel during the Superbowl, and made it home in under three hours. It is downhill all the way.
Hannah gets herself kitted out.
Check out these bad boys!
David C. and Hannah prepare themselves for what lies ahead (clue: it's cold and white).
Off into the wild.
Tiptoeing through the aspens.
Even further into the wild.
Ari takes a short rest. No stamina!
My kind of sport.
The only way to finish such a great weekend: with an Oreo milkshake.
