Saturday, February 6, 2016

Hiking in the Snow with My Valentine

The view from our place was starting to get hazy, so The Ranger (TR) suggested an excursion up the canyon to stretch our legs on snowshoes. It was, in a word, Bluebird.

The wind-sculpted patterns on the snow, the sun and blue sky, the conversation we had which somehow never manifested during these past evenings of BYU class and parent/teacher conferences, AND the simple act of tramping past all the trees carrying their winter weight made for a glorious time.

My sweet rides are seventeen years old. They certainly have paid for themselves in recreation, exercise, and joyous memories. I am so deeply grateful for the blessings of today!

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