Snowshoeing....

When in the North,

one does as they do.

So we went snowshoeing.

Of course, the sisters practically sprinted.

And never fell.

Meanwhile,

Mr. and I fell several times,

and fell FAR, FAR behind.

 The silence in the woods is so complete.

I enjoyed the peace. 

And the quiet.

I don't remember ever hearing that kind of silence before.

I could hear the tree limbs cracking

as they swayed in the breeze.

I wonder if I am officially OLD.

I didn't used to be able

to appreciate

Silence.

Now I can.

Mr. didn't enjoy snowshoeing as much as I did.

Notice he is CARRYING one of his snowshoes.

And the other foot is buried in the snow.

I had to help him put it on several times.

I accidentally led him the wrong way, the LONG way

through the woods.

Remember sailing?

This is the payback.