Snowshoes

The weather was so nice this weekend I was telling K that I really wanted snowshoes, and that I thought N would love it too, and he said that we had some, in the garage- his dad's snowshoes. Of course these are not only snowshoes- but beautiful old babiche ones, so large (they're almost as tall as me) and romantic looking. I strapped them on right away and took off- grinning from ear to ear as I toured around the yard- which has been transformed by the deep deep snow drifts. It was so quiet, just the sound of the snow creaking under me, excellent, like walking on water or stilts.