. . .you can’t skate ski, ya gotta shoe it. Heather, Pete, JD and I met for breakfast then headed to Northfield Mt for some snowshoeing. I was down for about an hour of hoofing, but Heather and Pete? They don’t do anything for only an hour.

We started up the mountain on the most direct, thus most steep, trail. Pete and Heather took enormously large strides while I used leg turn over to try to keep up. JD started the day a little grumpy--poor sleep? bad dream? He didn’t know, but isn’t it amazing how once you start cranking the exercise, your mood lightens.

About half-way up, the beaten path stopped and the snow got deeper and softer.

I love my snowshoes. They just rock, and on the way down the hill I sought out the deep soft stuff off trail and just launched downhill running. Please not there was NO running uphill, just brutal quad- and ass-searing stomping. The roundtrip voyage was two hours, and JD was pretty cracked, but Momma had packed vegan cookies for her man, so his recovery was quick. Meow.

Here, the power couple survey their domain.

JD and I will be heading out to Moab with these two for spring break, and I have to admit I’m a little scared. . .okay, a lot scared.