I am not new to winter recreation: an avid alpine skier and dabbler in nordic skiing, snowmobiling, tubing and simply playing in the snow with my children. So, when the opportunity arose to participate in my first snowshoeing adventure, I embraced it. I had heard that snowshoeing is not only an activity in which one can enjoy the beauty of the outdoors, but also one that provides a very effective physical workout. Living in Utah presents the advantage of cross training for total body fitness as we have access to a variety of recreational alternatives, and snowshoeing is no exception. 
My adventure began with a convenient 20 to 25 minute drive up Provo canyon to the Mount Timpanogos Trailhead just above Aspen Grove. Our group found ourselves in the shadow of the majestic Mount Timpanogos monolith for the duration of our hike as a result of arriving in the early afternoon. Snowshoeing in this area during the winter months on a clear day will lend itself to sunnier conditions if embarked upon during middle or late morning. Nevertheless, without respect to the time of day or the elements, if dressed appropriately, one may be comfortable under any conditions. 
As a beginner, I overlooked the fact that participating in continuous physical activity works up a sweat even in the winter, so I was a bit over-dressed. I wore clothing that I would normally wear while downhill skiing in higher altitudes. Mittens with liners were not required, nor even necessary. I would have been more comfortable with a pair of gaiters rather than snow pants, and a light pair of gloves. A lightweight pair of warm boots that fit well would have functioned more efficiently than my bulky Sorels. The sunglasses were not necessary either, since the trail remained in the shade for the duration. Albeit the elements dictate what clothing is necessary, experience again has prevailed as the best teacher. Next time, a duffle bag with optional clothing choices will occupy a place in the trunk of the car.
Snowshoeing, as I had envisioned it, was meant to take place on virgin snow. After all, isn’t that why snowshoes are designed the way they are, to keep us from sinking into deep snow? The trail we followed was already packed most of the way, but I imagine that even packed snow is prone to soft spots that would cave in with pressure without the support of a snowshoe. I inadvertently tested this theory when my snowshoe came off and I didn’t notice that it was gone until I stepped into one of those soft spots about five steps further along the trail. At that point I became more accustomed to the equipment and made sure it was securely fastened to my feet.
The jaunt was a delicious distraction from my banal weekend routine. The air was crisp and fresh; a delightful escape from the thick, smoggy inversion that plagues the valley each year at this time. Although the mountain snowstorms have been sparse, the snow depth was adequate both to introduce a beginner to the sport and to provide an excellent workout. We followed the riverbed, which ultimately led to First Falls, the ideal point to mark our return. Lingering there after a photo opportunity with the icy waterfall as a backdrop, we observed in awe the intricate and artful designs crafted by the spray of the falls as the droplets formed tunnels and ice sculptures amid the rocky cliffs.
