For our first time out, we ventured out of our house the day after the storm before the side streets had been plowed and trekked down our road. We climbed to the top of every giant snow pile created by a plowed parking lot or intersection that we could find within a quarter mile of our house. Our neighbor said, “I bet you never thought you’d need to use those in town!”
We’ve taken several more walks around our neighborhood since then.
But my favorite outing so far has been to Stanaback Park about 1.5 miles from our house. In the summer, I’ve enjoyed running or cycling on the park’s paved path through the woods. But on our snowshoes, we ventured off the path and explored the forest following game trails, examining deer bedding areas, and walking on the frozen creek. I loved feeling lost in the woods, making our own trail through the fresh, powdery snow.
The hubby has really taken to this new hobby, which I’m super excited about because I’m loving it, too. It’s great exercise and makes the deep, snowy winter way more fun. For the first time in years, I can say, “Bring on the snow!”