I frequently tramped eight or ten miles through the deepest snow to keep an appointment with a beech-tree, or a yellow birch, or an old acquaintance among the pines.
Henry David Thoreau, naturalist and author (1817-1862)
The snow is gone for now. Snow never lasts very long in the lowlands of the Pacific Northwest. I'm grateful for that. I will walk four miles in the snow but that's all. When the snow is gone, I walk freely again, but it always takes a little time to get my sense of well-being back. Something about snow pulls the rug out from underneath my usually good spirits.
4 comments:
eight miles is a heckofa long way in the deep snow! Me hopes the gentleman had snow shoes on.
that's a beautiful photo - love the way snow turns a photo into a crisp black and white.
I managed to snowshoe the first day. The second day was more ice than snow and the third day was cold, driving rain. I managed to get cabin fever in those three days.
I hope you've been enjoying this week's good weather. I've gotten in several long walks.
Yes, I too have a hard time imagining the good Mr T doing eight miles in snow! Although I've always found something a little off-kilter in the gentleman, so who knows?
Very glad to have found your blog. As you know all too well, this post resonates very clearly with me right now!
Goat -- Thanks for stopping by and commenting! I've enjoyed following your blog ever since I discovered it at Solitary Walker's blog.
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