The trick to walking on snow is the right footwear. When it’s deep, snowshoes are the answer — at least if you want to get into the woods. And why wouldn’t you? Snow-shoeing is great for the body and the mind.
My urban friends ask me why I come up here to the frozen north in winter. This is why. In the 30ish years I’ve lived near Washington D.C., I’ve always owned snowshoes. (And cross-country skis.) Each winter, I’ve waited for the snow. If we got two inches, out came the skis. If we got six, out came the snowshoes. I wasn’t the only one; I almost always saw other tracks, left by someone who beat me outside. Another northern transplant, no doubt. While most urban dwellers hunkered down indoors, we bolted outdoors to revel in it. In the mid-Atlantic, it can be a long wait for a good snow…and if you wait, it’s gone.
Up here on the 47th parallel, we also had to wait this year for the good snow. It was an oddly warm winter until late February. But what perfect snow now, in March! See photos and captions below.
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Beautiful photos Mary.