It was a wonderful day. We got up, had breakfast, packed up, loaded puppies into the truck and drove up Red Mountain Road. This is so close in our back yard that we were there in about five minutes. Then strapped on showshoes and off and up.
We really had no idea how long a snowshoe it was going to be. We had vague reports about going to the top where there was a satellite tower. On the way, we met a woman coming down who told us we could go to a viewpoint.
Right – we aimed for the viewpoint. Lucky us, at least one snowshoer had broken trail for us perhaps the day before so although we had a certain amount of breaking to do, we also had a track to follow.
The trail wound relentlessly up. Because it was an old mining or logging road, it was one of those on and on and on forever kind of trails – much like the ones in Sandon. Because of the snow on the trees and the soft snow that continued to blanket the scene, it was pretty – quite pretty.
We got up to the viewpoint about 2.5 hours after setting out – and if there had been some semblance of clear skies I would have taken photos. We decided not to go on to the top mainly because we had no idea where that might be. But we did vow to do this very soon – set off an hour earlier and surge on up. Going back down took just over an hour – yup – so easy going down on snowshoes.
Most importantly, we got out and moved our bodies and really made them work. How hard did we work? Hard enough that I felt well justified in eating an extra square of chocolate when we got back.
So – a hot bubble bath, a nap, the fire warming the house, a tree in the living room. It doesn’t get much better than that.