So it's hot here. Hotter than blazes. And hotter than blazes at high altitude is HOT. So I went looking for some snow pics and found these gems. So behold, a Youngest's I Love Lucy story from a time where we weren't in a heat wave... There’s something about going snow shoeing on fresh powder surrounded by a million acres of powdery forestland that appeals to me. Odd, for a misplaced Los Angeles girl who went years and years without even seeing snow, I know.
But after a fast paced city life, where everything moves at morphed speed, it’s really amazing to get out into the wild open space where the only thing moving is the wild life.
Well, and me, especially once I see a coyote or bear. Yep, I can really move under those conditions.
I dragged Youngest with me the other day. She isn’t fond of snowshoes. Or rather, not fond of trying to get up once you fall . . . And once she sees these pics, she’s not going to be fond of me.
Going down . . .
Staying down . . .
Struggling in tune to my manic laughter . . .
Almost got it . . .
This is where I need to tell you that it truly is really hard to get up once you're down. But it's really fun to watch . . .
Yeah. Maybe if you ever come visit, you don't want to go snow shoeing with me . . .