Snowshoeing

Last weekend I got a group message from a friend asking if I wanted to join a group of them for snowshoeing.

I’ll be honest and say my first thought was “Um, no.” But to be fair this is what I envisioned when I pictured snowshoeing:

I also don’t own snowshoes, nor had I ever been snowshoeing.

Mom and dad offered some bits of advice such as “We went snowshoeing before. Once.” and “Why would you want to go snowshoeing for fun?” and of course “You have to have snow to snowshoe…”

Eventually I caved and agreed to go. I rented myself a pair of snowshoes and joined a group of friends (in the rain) for a hike. With no visible snow.

In case you were wondering, snowshoes have come a long way:

It took a while before we actually hit the snow part of the trail -aside from the random lump of snow that lay off in the distance, the trail was mostly clear for a good portion.

Eventually we hit some snow, and although we probably could have managed without the snowshoes, since we HAD brought them, we all suited up and headed off.

There were a few tumbles along the way (mostly by me -Yoshi kept stepping on the back of my shoes, making me fall). She also wasn’t a fan of being completely soaked, forced to walk in the snow and being followed by people on large platforms. But she survived.