I still love to go snowshoeing, even with Peter. One time Joe and I went without him–which was nice. Yesterday, we took him with us, which also worked out. He does keep it a little less crazy–no romping up steep hills, and leaping down them again at high speeds. That usually involves a lot of falling. I don’t think Peter would appreciate me falling. So we keep it short and simple. That’s okay–I usually get cold anyway.