Being cold, Reminiscing

It is so chilly that I am wearing my snowshoe socks. While cozy, these precious foot-warmers remind me that my favorite (and only) snowshoe buddy is in "Bolivia." Pssssh. Who goes to Bolivia?

Here are two pictures from two of last year's snowshoeing adventures.

My feet, snowshoes, gloves, snow pants (actually... no, those were somebody else's snow pants), fluffy jacket, and snow. Just kidding. It is my not MY snow. It is Mother Nature's snow.


Here is a river. It might be the Nooksack, but what's in a name? Not much, that's what. This place was gorgeous. If it weren't 30 degrees, we would have jumped in. Maybe. Probably not. Anyway, we saw bear tracks that day. Oh, and a dog pulling a sled with toddlers on it. Aww.