A few months ago I met someone in town who had known a previous owner of our property, and she mentioned that she used to visit and snow shoe through the trails along the woods. What a fabulous idea, I thought. Too bad I don’t have snow shoes, and plus Caleb is still just a little tyke.
Over the winter, though, the snow has piled up higher and higher, and while there are a few paths (to the wood pile and to the back porch) that have been carved out, for the most part, the snow is up to your thighs and impassable.
Both Caleb and Super, the dog, make it across the top of the snow because they’re light enough, and the occasional warmer day in between the snow falls has created enough crust to keep them up, but I sink right through.
Despite warmer temperatures in Toronto, and also up here in Muskoka, and additionally coming onto the end of February, I couldn’t resist some end of season sales and got us some snow shoes.
It’s been one of the best decisions, even at nearly the end of winter (although we probably still have at least another month or two of snow up here) – we’ve been able to wander around all over, seeing parts of the property we haven’t been able to see since the really heavy snow falls, including heading down to the lake.
It turns out even little tykes can get going on snow shoes, and Caleb has been loving them, trekking around while Super romps circles around him, sniffing here and there. I still sink in occasionally, since the snow isn’t too hard-packed, but it’s now two or three inches, rather than up to my thighs.
We’ve been able to explore so much farther – including making it right out to the edge of the lake. Even with the grey and the fog, there’s nothing like an expanse of water, frozen or otherwise.
making wild rice 