Snowy Day, Deep Power Don't Deter Five Gals From Snowshoeing
With predictions of below-zero weather coming the next day, five gals headed out to hit the snow before the deep freeze. What they found was deep, deep powder, fluffy flakes and a bit of wind, but they had a wonderful day.
We started at 9:35 with a slight breeze and a few flakes falling, but the temps were fairly warm. The deep trailbreaking kept us warm as we traded off going up toward Showdown. However, once we turned onto the O'Brien Creek trail, the snow became even deeper without much of a base, and Amber took over most of the trailbreaking. Boy, were the rest of us ever grateful. She plowed right through thigh and --at times--hip deep powder, earning her another trail name: Snow Plow.
With Amber leading, we were able still to make pretty good time, reaching the park area where the snowmobilers play around noon. Here it was quite windy as we were out in the open: no time for a leisurely lunch, we grabbed a few bites before tackling the infamous very-steep-uphill powerline part of the trail.
As we approached the climb, those who had done it before teased the newbies a bit as the trail actually looks much worse than it is. So we lifted our televators and tackled the hill quite well.
We only saw two snowmobilers, who passed us at the top of the powerline. Otherwise, we had a quiet day and saw no one else until we reached the cars and happened upon a snowshoer just heading out. We told her we had broken trail for her.
We finished the trail by 12:35 and headed to Bob's bar for some drinks and soup. We were able to see Janice this time. She greeted us with a hug, was our server and said she hasn't settled in enough yet to join us on an adventure but she hopes to sometime. She also said the business was going well; she had two great cooks, but she would be closing on Mondays and Tuesdays, the two days the ski hill isn't open.
Then we had an uneventful ride home, except for a plow covering Susan's car with gravel and ice breaking loose from her grill and flying at the windshield, frightening us; We arrived home around 3 p.m.
Sidenote: the gals were asking Katie about how she was feeling after her accident. She explained about her hip and ribs but also about the PTSD from the accident and how driving a car is a bit frightening right now. The others shared their accident stories and how they still feel afraid or have flashbacks in certain driving conditions or if a car pulls out in front of them.
Who went: Susan, Debra, Rose, Amber, Katie
We started at 9:35 with a slight breeze and a few flakes falling, but the temps were fairly warm. The deep trailbreaking kept us warm as we traded off going up toward Showdown. However, once we turned onto the O'Brien Creek trail, the snow became even deeper without much of a base, and Amber took over most of the trailbreaking. Boy, were the rest of us ever grateful. She plowed right through thigh and --at times--hip deep powder, earning her another trail name: Snow Plow.
With Amber leading, we were able still to make pretty good time, reaching the park area where the snowmobilers play around noon. Here it was quite windy as we were out in the open: no time for a leisurely lunch, we grabbed a few bites before tackling the infamous very-steep-uphill powerline part of the trail.
As we approached the climb, those who had done it before teased the newbies a bit as the trail actually looks much worse than it is. So we lifted our televators and tackled the hill quite well.
We only saw two snowmobilers, who passed us at the top of the powerline. Otherwise, we had a quiet day and saw no one else until we reached the cars and happened upon a snowshoer just heading out. We told her we had broken trail for her.
We finished the trail by 12:35 and headed to Bob's bar for some drinks and soup. We were able to see Janice this time. She greeted us with a hug, was our server and said she hasn't settled in enough yet to join us on an adventure but she hopes to sometime. She also said the business was going well; she had two great cooks, but she would be closing on Mondays and Tuesdays, the two days the ski hill isn't open.
Then we had an uneventful ride home, except for a plow covering Susan's car with gravel and ice breaking loose from her grill and flying at the windshield, frightening us; We arrived home around 3 p.m.
Sidenote: the gals were asking Katie about how she was feeling after her accident. She explained about her hip and ribs but also about the PTSD from the accident and how driving a car is a bit frightening right now. The others shared their accident stories and how they still feel afraid or have flashbacks in certain driving conditions or if a car pulls out in front of them.
Who went: Susan, Debra, Rose, Amber, Katie
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