I think it’s funny that snowshoes are looked down on these days – it used to be a huge novelty and a great way to get outside in the peaceful winter forest. Now most people downhill or do cross country Nordic skiing. Yes, it gets you there faster, but it’s not the quiet break that I need.
All the paper trail maps were taken, so I took a picture just in case. I’ve snowshoed here for years, but better safe than sorry. Easy to get turned around. I took the orange toure to the more difficult, and wound back around to the Meissner shelter.
Pretty well beaten down after our 50″ fell, unfortunately, it was also really loud because the ice had formed on top. But really, how can you complain about anything when you’re out here alone?! Literally, the road less travelled because everyone else is zipping around the big trails on nordic skis.
The new warming hut, built by incredible volunteers, with a woodstove inside. It was only 14 degrees, so I didn’t stay long – quick snack, lots of water. Met 3 very nice ladies from Wyoming and Canada. You can barely glimpse the view to the south – but it stretches out to the west, too, with the door facing it now. The hut used to face east, which was great for keeping the wind out, but really, the view is to the west. And no, I didn’t take a picture!
Beyond happy me. It’s Wednesday and I brought a whole car load of Nordic girls for practice and then went for a walk on my own. Paradise.
If my snowshoes could talk, the stories they would tell! Bought in January 2000 in Durango, Colorado, they have been all over on trails and in Bend during snow storms. They are MSR’s, the type the Colorado ski rescue group used to use. Not sexy like the sleek new ones, but I’ve never gotten stuck anywhere and nothing has broken off. I love where they take me and how I have a different outlook every time I come back. Perfect day!