Snow Tell
It became Tuesday. I can’t explain how time has passed since Saturday, other then I quit coffee again (collective yawn, yes, again). I was a useless slump for most of Sunday. Yesterday, I managed to complete an errand; I sadly returned my shag rug. My apartment was overrun with rug fuzzies, and I left the house looking like I was rolling around with my imaginary cats.
Saturday was for snowshoe! When we left, it was cloudy and raining. The car was full of waterproof clothes, snowshoes and sandwiches from the Vietnamese restaurant – so rain or not – we were at least driving to the mountain. For most of the drive, the only snow was at the tip of the mountain, yet just off the exit – snow at least twice as high as the car, and most of it disgusting brown. I realized then that I forgot my camera. Sad. But Chris had his – so all pictures that follow are taken by Chris with his new ultra fast Canon.
Buried pancake house.
We actually didn’t use our snowshoes for most of the hike up. It hadn’t snowed in a while, so the trail was packed down. A lot of people, snowshoes, cross country skis, a spider. I had to remind myself I was only a little more then an hour from Seattle.
Snowy River
We ate our sandwiches at the top and I pulled out my fancy gloves. After years of storage, the fingers of the gloves had globbed together. Luckily Chris made this movie to help illustrate my intense and harrowing struggle.
Then we went over the mountain. Instead of walking back down the trail, we slid through the trees on our bums. I realize now - we should have made an action movie of our slide. It would have gone sorta like this: analysis of tree placement, determination of route, sliiiiiiide, laugh, stop, laugh some more. Adjust pants, more analysis, movement of twig or branch, sliiiiiide, bump, oooh, laugh, stop. Swear at pants for riding up to my knees. Have Chris ask how my boots are doing, but accidentally call them boops, 10 minute delay for laughing. Take picture of pine tree. Sliiiiiide some more.
Lisa showing off her boops.
Pine Tree
Next time: we will find fresh powder, our friend Angie will come and I will have a camera to get ridiculous pictures and videos of them.
Saturday was for snowshoe! When we left, it was cloudy and raining. The car was full of waterproof clothes, snowshoes and sandwiches from the Vietnamese restaurant – so rain or not – we were at least driving to the mountain. For most of the drive, the only snow was at the tip of the mountain, yet just off the exit – snow at least twice as high as the car, and most of it disgusting brown. I realized then that I forgot my camera. Sad. But Chris had his – so all pictures that follow are taken by Chris with his new ultra fast Canon.
Buried pancake house.
We actually didn’t use our snowshoes for most of the hike up. It hadn’t snowed in a while, so the trail was packed down. A lot of people, snowshoes, cross country skis, a spider. I had to remind myself I was only a little more then an hour from Seattle.
Snowy River
We ate our sandwiches at the top and I pulled out my fancy gloves. After years of storage, the fingers of the gloves had globbed together. Luckily Chris made this movie to help illustrate my intense and harrowing struggle.
Then we went over the mountain. Instead of walking back down the trail, we slid through the trees on our bums. I realize now - we should have made an action movie of our slide. It would have gone sorta like this: analysis of tree placement, determination of route, sliiiiiiide, laugh, stop, laugh some more. Adjust pants, more analysis, movement of twig or branch, sliiiiiide, bump, oooh, laugh, stop. Swear at pants for riding up to my knees. Have Chris ask how my boots are doing, but accidentally call them boops, 10 minute delay for laughing. Take picture of pine tree. Sliiiiiide some more.
Lisa showing off her boops.
Pine Tree
Next time: we will find fresh powder, our friend Angie will come and I will have a camera to get ridiculous pictures and videos of them.
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5:13 PM
2 Comments:
I love that pancake house shot - reminds me of home. Look at it a certain way and you could almost imagine that it isn't snow at all, but some kind of pancake batter accident - like someone reallyoverfilled the waffle-maker and it all came oozing out of the eaves.
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Jim Chandler, at 2/07/2007 2:53 AM
nice pine tree shot! love your boops. :) you are like a snowshoeing fiend!
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