I had a slow start to my morning, with a migraine slowing me down. Eventually, I headed out in snowshoes to start to pack down a trail from our house with Shyla playing like a crazy puppy along side me. When Shyla sat in the snow, her head barely stayed above the snow.
When she galloped through the snow, she reminded me of a powerboat leaving a wake of flying snow behind her.
She stayed still only when I asked her to, and she perpetually carried snow stuck to every square inch of her fur.
Moreover, she never chose to walk behind me, where the snow was slightly packed down by my snowshoes. She's at that amazing age where she never seems to get tired. Seriously, I am in awe of her strength and endurance.
She zoomed to me on a recall. Look at the snow flying!
In more normal snowstorms, I can ride my snowbike in my showshoe tracks after I do an out-and-back snowshoe hike. Today, there was no chance of that. I scarcely made a dent in this snowfall that was light, fluffy, and bottomless.
I took my bike out a path that the Runner had snowblown specifically for my bike (what a treat!). And, I headed for a very nearby private road where I could ride a bit without traffic. There is nothing like riding to loosen up my back - I can't live without it.
I discovered that it had snowed so much since the narrow road had been plowed this morning that I needed my fat tires for it! It was covered in about 6" of loose powder.
My world always gets smaller after a huge storm like this one. Very few people use the trails near my house so I have to rely on myself to pack a trail that I can ride. After I've made a trail a couple of miles long, then more people start to use the trails and contribute a little toward making them better for travel.
No matter what Punxsutawney Phil said today, I know that we have a few more months of winter here in the mountains!