Just before the most recent storm dumped another 8 inches of heavy wet snow on us, I spent much of Saturday walking the snowmobile trails that comb our area. The dogs and I have been walking the roads all winter, so I am accustomed to hills and cold, but walking the trails is a new experience. Snowmobile clubs groom the trails to keep them free of fallen limbs and pack the snow somewhat, so it is a fairly clear trail to follow. Packing is a relative term, however. True you don't sink 2 feet or so like you do if you get off the trail. But it is common to hit sections where you boots dig down by six inches without snow shoes ( which I don't have.). Trails not only go up and down, but some places have significant slope from side to side. More than once I sliding down and across at the same time. I eventually got the hang of it. Much like marching in a high stepping band, only not quite so exaggerated.
The total walk was about 4 miles. Downhill through the woods, then up the road to return home. For this trip, the dogs stayed home. Four miles is too much for 15 year old Shadow. The snow could easily swallow Lucy if she were to get off the trail. Also I left the dogs because I hoped to see some deer or other animals. Sadly, I did not. I've seen deer and rabbits crossing the roads near where we live, but none on this walk.
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