Sundays no longer equal brunch, football or sleeping in. Sundays are now when-am-I-gonna-meet-you-to-snowshoe??
Round 3 – ding! Snowshoeing this week was back at the dog park, fully loaded with packs ready for the mountains. The only thing I hadn’t yet packed was the first aid kit. And the cheese and jerky. And the rum. And the rope. (Rope just seemed like a good thing to complement the duct tape which was already packed. It also is a lovely accent for the snazzy blue & orange avalanche shovel Jill bought.)
Thankfully, it was a glorious day at only -6C and it was our first warm weather, sunny sky go at it. Long, slow ascents and a couple of loops. It almost felt as though this was getting easier. We had a few minor heart attack moments when dogs came racing past or stealthily just appeared at our sides. Good prep for any unexpected backcountry visitors on our 11km trek next week: you know, grizzly bears taking a break from hibernation, or cougars just out to plain old snap our necks.
Yes, cougars. Cougars stalking us is one of our safety concerns for our Rocky Mountain snowshoe adventure. Another is turning left too early (aka getting lost) at Deception Pass and falling off a cliff in a white-out. There are one or two more, but thankfully I can’t recall them right now.
This Sunday snowshoe outing with Jill ended the week on a high note. For the past several days I struggled with getting to the gym in the mornings, which meant I then had to go at night with 20 million other people. I dreaded that. And then I began to lose focus – why bother? I’m never going to get into shape. It’s going to take forever and there will be so many disappointments along this journey. And my knee hurts. So, why not take a “rest day” or three?
Right?? Not sure where the devil on the shoulder came from, but it was rough. Once I was out snowshoeing on Sunday, it was all, riiiiight. Now I recall what I was training for… And it didn’t hurt that we had a couple of interested bystanders at the dog park be all like, “That looks like good training!” (why yes, yes it is) “Why are your snowshoes so big?” (it’s all about size, ma’am) and the like. Part of you just wants to smile smugly and say nothing, and the other part wants to talk their ears off about training, snowshoeing, getting fit, going to the mountains and other exciting parts of my life story.
Only three more work days until we hit the road for the Rockies! Woot!
Keep close to Nature’s heart… and break clear away, once in awhile, and climb a mountain or spend a week in the woods. Wash your spirit clean.
~ John Muir