Jan and I had a day snowshoeing with good friend Annie. We left Rob listening to Derby on the internet radio, FA Cup replay with Leicester.
We’re in Winter Park town, more of a village really, about 3 miles below the ski area. Rob and Annie have their own apartment here.
The weather wasn’t good with winds forecast on the top ski area of 55 mph. We decided to snowshoe instead.
There’s a good trail for cross country skiing, snowshoeing and walking to the ski area so we followed this, the Foster River Trail. You just have to avoid walking on the skiers prepared grooves.
After the first few hundred yards the trail dropped below the road and entered a forest area. We followed the trail beside the partly frozen river through the woods.
We hadn’t gone far when the machine that had prepared the pristine trail surface that we were on stopped by me. I had stepped away from the trail as it completely fills it.
He opened his window and told me to keep an eye out for an angry Moose. A juvenile Moose had been killed in a road accident and the parent was angry and unpredictable. We were walking through it’s main territory at the time. He said if you see it stop, if it comes towards you back off! Presumably back off is a local euphemism for run like hell! All of this not easy on snowshoes.
I thanked him and we carried on rather more vigilant of movement around us than we had been.
It was a beautiful trail. Lots of photos, some on my Mamiya 7 camera with Ilford 400 Delta film, some on the phone so they could be included here. We carried on to the ski area, a total of about 3.5 miles.
Tried to visit the Brewery but it was closed so went to the pub instead.
Not very cold over here, they’re forecasting rain not snow.