I’ve made it snowshoeing four times this season.
My goal and motivation throughout what has felt like never ending physical therapy to rehabilitate my ankle has always been to be healed enough to 1. snowshoe, 2. ski, and 3. drop it like it’s hot.
Lately my slacker skills combined with a certain gentleman distraction and of course, American Idol, have taken over my productive writing skills, but I would be very remiss if I didn’t take the time to at least share some pictures from my adventures. They are, after all, huge accomplishments for me.
Snowshoe # 1 – Scott’s Pass
AKA – Snowshoe heaven, ankle hell.
For my first venture out I traveled up Big Cottonwood Canyon. It was sunny and beautiful for most of the hike. My foot hurt like hell – especially on steep inclines and declines, but I couldn’t have been more thrilled to be up in the mountains. I had been bugging my physical therapist for weeks to clear me to go. When he finally did, I almost hugged him I was so happy!
Snowshoe #2 – Donut Falls (in the snow)
AKA – The Blue snow phenomena.
My second hike was also up Big Cottonwood Canyon. It was snowy and magical. Picturesque? Sure. But snowy and magical also increases the difficulty factor exponentially. It was of course totally worth it, but I came home afterward and crashed hard. As in dead to the world to tired to move yet alone shower. During the hike my friends and I kept marveling at pockets in the snow that reflected the most amazing shades of blue. I guess it was some sort of light phenomena caused by the weather, but it was something we had never seen quite so defined.
Snowshoe #3 – Pioneer Trail (above Little Dell Reservoir).
AKA – Too hot to handle
Hike number three took us up Parley’s Canyon. You’ll notice in the second picture that one of the members in my hiking group is only in her bra. That member was not me. It was a very sunny day (although the pictures do not seem to show it) and, well, I guess some people run hotter than others.
Snowshoe #4 – Donut Falls in the sun.
AKA – Life doesn’t get better than this.
It’s amazing just how different a trail can be depending on the wheather. Hiking this well worn trail with blue skies and the sun overhead was simply breathtaking. It was the first time my friend Tammy joined me and my snowshoeing friends. We all had a blast and when we finished we rewarded ourselves with a much deserved apres-snowshoeing beer (or three).
I think it’s safe to say I’ve accomplished my goal of snowshoeing. I’ve even made is skiing a few times this season. I can wear (low) heels and my pain is now very minimal.
I guess all that’s left to master is dropping it like it’s hot.