Snow shoes today. Big wide feet of an Oregon Duck. I started on skis, carrying snowshoes in my pack, but the trail would likely become too steep for skis. The repaired ski boots worked perfectly, and I was happy to have beaten another modern scene and avoided change. Eventually, the terrain turned steep, and nobody had broken trail. I left the skis behind a tree, to retrieve on return, and continued on snowshoes to Marilyn Lakes.
If a person goes through what I’ve been through to visit quiet snowy woods, she ought to learn something. All the stuff I gather, just to get through. Paraphernalia for lost and desperate souls? What did I learn?
What do they hide?
I feel it coming
Mine will soon roll
Shadows on snow-covered Marilyn Lake