Feb 16, 2007 15:27
Yesterday I went out and skied on the trail that Bob made. He had to snowshoe first and then come back and get his skis to make it a ski trail. It's a fun little trail but it took so much energy for him to make it just that far. So today I went out on my skis and strapped my snowshoes to my backpack. I skied to the end of the trail and carefully unclipped my snowshoes and switched out of my skis into the snowshoes. -I should mention that this is actually quite a difficult trick. If I dare to step on the snow without support of ski or snowshoe, I would sink down up to my waist and have a hard time pulling myself out.- I stuck my skis in the snow and started out to lengthen our little trail. I went out until I couldn't see where I had started. Breaking new trail is quite a task when you can't see your feet and can barely raise your legs high enough to break the surface of the snow. Sometimes I think I just dragged my feet, pushing the snow. It's much better if you can push your snowshoes down from the top and put as much snow beneath you as possible. After much trail breaking I ended up beneath a great big pine and stopped for a small snack of apple bread I made on Wednesday during the actual snowing. I made a seat in the snow and looked at the trees, listening to their creaky protests against the snow. Maybe it's not a protest but a salute to the crisp winter snow now covering their trunks a full two feet and more. After my snack I set back out over my newly made section of trail, stomping down the fluffy snow that I had kicked up behind me. This is slightly easier than breaking fresh mounds of snow. Soon I reached the place where the trail used to end. The place where I had set my skis. I switched carefully back into the skis and snapped the snowshoes on to my backpack once again.
I feel so accomplished. I think tomorrow I will go out and ski over my new trail. Or maybe Bob will... That's more likely because he gets out earlier than I do. Either way I'll do some more trail work tomorrow.