As the song says, “What a difference a day makes!”
It was warm. It was sunny! The snow began a serious melt. All the trails became a slush pit.
The horse was much happier. Abby was happier. She had a bone on the deck and a nap in the sun.
Instead of a hushed and pristine snowshoe, I sloshed through slush, following in many other footsteps and in the track of an ATV. No, ATVs are not allowed in the park but every time it snows, the ATVers, for a reason I cannot fathom, assume it is now okay to take their CO2 spewing stinky machines into a provincial park where all the signs tell them, “No motorized vehicles.” As a result, the already soft trails become virtual bogs.
Deep breath: I shall not rant (repeat 500 times).
This was one more day of not driving. Tomorrow, I shall feel confident enough to get out and do some shopping. Today the roads were still pretty slippery. I never trust West Coast snow or roads when it does snow.
This has not been a hardship: not even remotely.