Sunday, February 25, 2007
I Am No Longer a Snowshoeing Virgin
Woke up this morning to the sound of Jerry thrusting his head through the vertical blinds, letting in the glare of ... blinding white light. I am either dead, or ... I hopped up and peered out the window. Yup! Snow, snow everywhere. So, what better thing than to finally try out the snowshoes Chelle's mom and dad got us for Christmas? Here I am, having seriously mastered the art.
We went for a stroll by the golf course,
where the carts were lined up forlornly.
Snowshoeing is a good workout; it must feel akin to walking in gravity boots. The main thing is getting used to the sensation of your foot being 2 feet long and not tripping over yourself. Oh, and the other main thing is burning off calories so we can drink profusely later on at the Steamplant Grill. Appetizers are half off today! But I look like Winnie the Pooh dressed in all those layers ... hmmm, maybe I better stick to salad. ;-)