Before I moved to the Cariboo, I had never used snowshoes. That changed when my friend Marion and I went snowshoeing! See that far tree line?
Zoomed in on the willows in the field with the treeline in behind.
Marion lent me a pair, and she had her two dogs and I had da Wolf. When we were about halfway across the field, another dog joined us. She had seen us leaving and wanted to come along too! There was a lot of snow out there. It was fine for us as our snowshoes carried us along the top of the snow.
Here’s a pic looking back toward our house. We had made it thru the first round of willows.
It was kinda tough going for da Wolf. The other dogs are a lot lighter than he is, he was practically swimming thru the snow most of the time.
Here he is unsure of whether he wants to keep going. He kept looking at me and then looking back at the house! But he carried on, continuing to follow us.
Looking back across the fields towards the house.
Pussy willows just starting to bud! Spring cannot be far away.
The dogs blazing a trail.
Me on my snowshoes, enjoying a wonderful Winter afternoon.
Looking down the Valley.
Getting closer to the treeline on the far side of the field – we had already crossed the creek by now.
Marion stepping over and on the willows, giving me pointers along the way.
And here we are at the far treeline, we made it!