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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.
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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.
Diverting from the riverbed, we descended by way of the traditional trail, which required less exertion and enabled us to swiftly reach the trailhead. Members of our group differed only slightly in ability and fitness levels, thus enabling all of us to stay together fairly well. The entire trek from trailhead to First Falls, for everyone, was just short of two hours. My first-time snowshoeing experience proved to be successful on many fronts. I learned a new skill, accomplished a great workout, and socialized with great friends! I am now convinced that purchasing a pair of snowshoes for me and for my young son will be the catalyst for making memories and staying fit during the winter months for years to come.
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