Giggling! Yes, I caught myself giggling, at myself. I haven’t felt such pure, innocent joy in such a long time. It was relieving and fulfilling. The dog probably thought I was crazy and wondering what the hell I was doing, slipping and sliding down the snow covered trail that switched backed down the mountain. Luckily, he was enjoying my nonsense, bounding through the untouched snow along side me, until I ate it! And hard.
Full on face plant, accompanied by a body log roll until I finally came to a stop. The giggling was interrupted with a mild shout, “shit!” then a “fuck me!” Catching my breath, I performed a quick damage check. After deciding I had escaped the incident unharmed, I humbly participated in a full on LOL, ROF (rolling on (the) floor, remember that one??) literally.
My laugh echoed through the spruce trees. Carried its way up and towards the pockets of sky. Bears that were peacefully hibernating anywhere with in a 100 mile radius were no longer slumbering. Mamma Moose and her baby were long gone. Avalanches from neighboring canyons were activated. The dog leaped on top of me, confused but thrilled with my playful behavior.
The real importance of this event is discovered later.
My takeaways:
*I will still walk to the end of the earth in my Uggs on any trail condition.
Darn Tough + Uggs + toe warmers = adventure ready
*Having BOTH ice cleats, may have helped.
*Should have worn the snowshoes, but this was my curiosity’s doing “I’ll just check the trail conditions…oh, it’s only a mile to the tram…it’s not worth the trek back for the snowshoes, lets just see how this goes…”
*Stay curious : )
work in progress 