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I'd been tromping some paths down in the snow, but they've all been drifted into oblivion.
And more snow is coming.
Compared to friends farther north, two feet of snow on the ground isn't so much. But it's more than we're used to - especially week after week.
I have some old beavertail-style snowshoes my Dad got from L.L. Bean many, many years ago.
I took them off his hands this winter figuring they were decorative enough to keep on hand somewhere in case I ever needed a pair to get around on.
Today was the day to try them out - if only to walk down to the beehives to make sure they hadn't been drifted over.
They're more cumbersome then the new-style snowshoes, but they work perfectly fine. Much better to walk on top of snow than plow through it.
And now if I ever have to make myself a pair of snowshoes - I know I have a model to work from - the same basic design as the Algonquin, Huron and French trappers used in the northern forests.
Tomorrow is supposed to be sunny with a wind chill to -20° F (-29° C), but now I can take a walk if I want to.
