Up here in the Northern wilds where I live, we’re in the middle of a storm dumping around 16 inches of snow on us.  Here’s the view from my son’s window this morning:

What better weather than this to head out snowshoeing in?  I just got back from a four mile trek, two trudging the roads and two cruising on a trail through the woods next to a stream, into the little town we live near.  I just put new bindings on an old pair of snowshoes my dad gave me some years ago — they’re this style:

It’s no quiet snowfall we’re experiencing — the wind was howling above the trees, and my face got a pretty good case of snowburn.  But at least it wasn’t too cold — actually, since I had to break the trail on my way out, I was doing some pretty serious work and was too warm most of the time.  I wore the gloves I had barely at all — kept ’em off to make my hands radiators for all that extra heat.

What a great outing.  And what a great workout!