Snowshoeing

Daisy's Wonderin' Where the Snow Is

Snowshoeing

Poop, blarg, ack, phooey. Where is the snow? Where?

Daisy and I have been taking long walks behind Fulton on some of my days off.

Fulton Elementary School, the ball fields, the Res, Knny Rmeig's house + the rest of Gov Winthrop Lane
(As seen on Google Earth)

It's good because there's lots of paths, it's wide open and we're basically left alone so she can run around. I whistle and she comes to me if I go on a different path than her.

Why I'm complaining up there in my opening line about the fact that there is hardly any snow out there, is because it means I only have to wear my winter boots to take my Daisy walking. And I don't want to just wear boots.

I WANT TO GO SNOWSHOEING!!!



I keep thinking: Do I live in New England or in the tropics? Because I look across the street and can see the green albeit mucky grass of most of my neighbors' lawns. (The other side of the street loses snow quicker; I think it's because they're on the border of marshland so there lawn is warmer/moister. I'll have to go check that out somewhere. Is there an "Ask a Geologist?" website?)

In the meantime, Daisy and I will just have to be content with the crunch of an inch of snow under our feet, as opposed to the shuffleshuffle that sounds while snowshoeing.



Sadness.

But at least the walk is pretty. To go 30-45 minutes, I walk to the back end of Swan Ave and then back. We enjoy it, don't we Daisy?

She says yes.