The snows of New Hampshire
New Hampshire snow mound
Today was not going to be a walking day, since we were on a mission to travel north to coastal New Hampshire to pick up my granddaughter for a week-long visit. It's a long haul but the reward shortens the distance. The drive was uneventful, and though I packed my snowshoes for a possible hike, it was clear when we arrived that the shoes were going to stay in their pack. The snow was simply too deep to trek through without winding up buried, maybe up to my neck or worse. Our depths on the ridge are much more manageable—I only go in up to my waist when I hit a soft spot—and this week, Stasia and I and our ancient toboggan will get plenty of chances to make good use of the snowpack.
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