We finally have enough snow to make snowshoeing an easy choice over hiking. Julia and I took turns outdoors today so that someone was home for Justin. She cross-country skied 12k over at the Lodi Golf Course. I procrastinated until about 90 minutes before sunset and then drove over to Slack’s Trailhead on the Ice Age Trail.
I often read on other blogs about how terrible and boring winter is in cold climates. To be honest, however, I would miss winter days like today if I were to move to southern Arizona or a similar place without wintry blasts to remind us of weather extremes. The air was so cold and clean, no insects, total silence, and pure solitude. As I plodded along in my snowshoes, all of my worries and concerns washed away.
It was cold out; temperatures tonight will dip below zero again. But I wasn’t at all cold as I moved up and down hills, through stands of pine and oak, and passed native prairie grasses. Seasons keep views dynamic, and I had to stop for a few minutes to gaze across the hills looking southward down the frozen Wisconsin River.