If you haven’t noticed, I love to go hiking and snowshoeing. I was able to go Friday and Saturday this week, and I even have plans for tomorrow. It’s a lot of fun to be able to still get out and do things in the winter.
Now, the last two hikes were short, just about and hour and half each, and probably under two miles as well. That was okay by me. On Friday I went with my mom, who had never been snowshoeing, up the Alpine trail (Dry Creek Canyon, maybe, with a turn-off to another canyon that I don’t remember the name). I discovered that my mom, who goes running, is in excellent shape. I had Peter with me and was attempting to carry him. After much wheezing, my mom took over. She wasn’t having a hard time with him at all. The trail we went on was a lot less snowy that it has been in previous years. The snow was rather wet too, but at least it was iced over. Even without ideal snow, I had a great time and enjoyed introducing something to my mom that she enjoyed.
Saturday, it was the normal group of Joe, Peter and I. We went up Hobble Creek Canyon to the Jolley’s Ranch park. If I go there again I will go ahead and rent some cross-country skis. Way too tame for snowshoeing. We didn’t have a lot of time to go, and fought our way up a side canyon for a while and then went on the boring, marked trail. I didn’t have to carry Peter (which is getting to be quite a task). I love my strong husband!
And Peter went to nursery for the first time today! (He technically isn’t old enough, but I was teaching Sunday School, and Joe was subbing in Primary so it was needed.) He did quite well. I kept peeking on him (peepholes in all the primary room doors is a brilliant idea) and actually really wanted to be in there with him, but he just didn’t need me. He is growing up and getting so big! (Seriously–too big. He dwarfs all the other kids his age, and is already starting 3T clothes. I guess I’m just getting stronger from lugging him around everywhere.)
Liz Braithwaite 