A few weeks ago... or... maybe more like a month or so ago.... Car
rie and I headed out to Western MN to strap on the snowshoes 
and go for a jaunt through the wilderness. You might a
sk yourself why drive 2 hours to western MN just to go snowshoeing, and that would be a very valid question. The answer is not as good as the question though. I wanted to snowshoe on some type of hill. Really w
hat I wanted was a mountain but since we're in short supply of those here (meaning ZERO), I settled for a list of the tallest peaks in MN and headed for one in an area of the state I hadn't been before. I also made the brilliant decision that I should just rent my snowshoes from the state park rather than picking up a rental pair from the REI a few miles dow
n the road before we headed out of town. Needless to say, it is a good thing that Carrie is still my friend. NOT that we didn't have fun, but well, you can see for yourself the quality of the snowshoes that I was able to rent. I'm pretty sure they were circa 1492 when Columbus sailed the ocean blue and made from original cat gut. If nothing else, it m
ade for some good fun making fun of the snowshoes. I felt like I was the trapper friend on Grizzly Adams, whatever his name was. And for the peak, well, it was so tall we couldn't even find it. Yes, it was THAT tall. We finally tromped around some more and then headed home. From the looks of the pictures, all I needed was a coon skin hat.
rie and I headed out to Western MN to strap on the snowshoes 
and go for a jaunt through the wilderness. You might a
sk yourself why drive 2 hours to western MN just to go snowshoeing, and that would be a very valid question. The answer is not as good as the question though. I wanted to snowshoe on some type of hill. Really w
hat I wanted was a mountain but since we're in short supply of those here (meaning ZERO), I settled for a list of the tallest peaks in MN and headed for one in an area of the state I hadn't been before. I also made the brilliant decision that I should just rent my snowshoes from the state park rather than picking up a rental pair from the REI a few miles dow
n the road before we headed out of town. Needless to say, it is a good thing that Carrie is still my friend. NOT that we didn't have fun, but well, you can see for yourself the quality of the snowshoes that I was able to rent. I'm pretty sure they were circa 1492 when Columbus sailed the ocean blue and made from original cat gut. If nothing else, it m
ade for some good fun making fun of the snowshoes. I felt like I was the trapper friend on Grizzly Adams, whatever his name was. And for the peak, well, it was so tall we couldn't even find it. Yes, it was THAT tall. We finally tromped around some more and then headed home. From the looks of the pictures, all I needed was a coon skin hat. 
2 comments:
Way to sneak a shot of me trying to make my pants smaller....and what's with my surfer pose?
I'll always be your friend...unless you drag me to another single's dance, then we might have problems
At least I didn't ask you to stay longer than 5 min at the dance. That was about all I could handle and based on the last time, I won't be going back anytime soon.
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