This is the final winter of my 101 things list, and a few weeks ago my husband talked me out of snowshoeing, which is on my list, because there were only a few inches of snow.
“If you can walk through it anyways, it doesn’t really count,” he argued.
I’m nothing if not a rule follower, even my own self-imposed rules, so I spent the last few snowless weeks vaguely worrying we wouldn’t get enough snow.
Well, we got enough snow. Winter Storm Nemo dropped about 3 feet on Connecticut.
Definitely enough snow.
I traveled across the virgin snow in our backyard pretty well, but my right foot came out a few times, and my leg plunged down, way down, snow up to my thigh.
My husband suggested I check out an abandoned car across the street and make sure no one was stuck inside. I slowly went over and made my way back.
“Did you check in the back seat?” he asked.
“No. What? Why?”
“What if someone is stuck in there in the back seat, waiting for help?”
“There isn’t,” I said.
“Did you check? What if?”
I knew he was messing with me, but I had to check anyways because what if? I strapped them on again and made my way over there. It was all clear.
I even pitched in with the shoveling. We’re going to have to do it in stages. There is a massive amount of snow out there.
#63. Go snowshoeing: 101 things in 1001 days.