|My Northern Lites tag sale snowshoes.|
Yesterday I joined my brother Frank and three of his neighbors on a trek through a local Audubon Nature Preserve. The site is an old farm on the street where I grew up. I'd wandered these meadows and woods my whole childhood. Frank and I used to strap on my grandfather's old hardwood framed, rawhide laced snowshoes and track each other through some of this very land. I hadn't been on showshoes since I was eight years old. The woods and fields I was about to traverse seemed much the same but this body was far removed from the lithe and limber eight year old I'd been.
|At the trail head.|
|Old quarry cable supports|
|Odd little snow animal perched on a broken branch...|
|One of several vast, untrammeled meadows.|