In our neighborhood, this endless parade of snowstorms have only dropped about six or eight inches per storm. Six or eight inches of lovely, dry, powdery, department store Christmas window snow. The skiers are thrilled, and I’m enjoying it on snowshoe.
One of my neighbors and I have been working on breaking the path along one of the Conservation Commission trails by the Bearcamp River. Snowshoeing makes me use my newly-activated glutes rather more than I do when I walk (my coach will be pleased to hear that) and I admit to being a bit of a wimp, so I’m only breaking a quarter mile of new trail at a time.
The start of the trail is right along the river.
The trail goes behind South Tamworth village.
And we’ll go back out this afternoon and re-tramp the trail, and go a little further. My neighbor has a pair of ski poles for me to borrow, she assures me that they will help my stamina.