Nicky and I could not have asked for a finer day for a snowshoe trip. We went to Butter – sunshine all the way – and blue skies – and warmth so fine that by the time we headed down the snow was turning to slush.
We headed up the same what we took last time, except when we got to the gullies we took the right-hand one and then spotted another of those “peaks.” Well – why not go to the top, particularly as it was open and bathed in sun?
Up we went. And I think I’ve hit on one of the reasons I like going straight up – the really hard work of it and the blazing a trail and picking a route: time stops. You have to be in the present. You have to be focussed. You can’t be worried about what you’ll have for dinner or what the accountant is going to tell you tomorrow. The only thing that matters is a good line on the hill and achieving the goal.
And then you get there and it feels fabulous.
So we did that and now we also think we might have a nice loop route at the top – something to investigate.
More fun news about the day: on the way up we found my lost water bottle and on the way down, my lost snow basket. Yup – all we had to do was wait for the snow to recede and compact and there it was – obligingly spitting up my lost gear.
We saw lots of tracks including a cougar. (we think it was a cougar and given no better information, that’s what I’m going with.)