Being the goof that I am, I thought "why not" as I took the snowshoes and poles off the hooks in the utility room. We had plenty of snow on the ground and it was so much fun last year that I actually said to myself..."what am I waiting for? Who cares that it's still snowing?"
I should have known it would be problematic when I sat in the old cedar chair on the patio. But once again, I had thought why not I'm wearing waterproof nylon pants as an outer layer? (Apparently, over time, they really aren't so waterproof as I began to feel cold and wet "back there.")
The next thing I did incorrectly was put the snowshoes on the wrong feet!! Although I cannot tell you exactly what I said to myself, even Moon and Copper came running when they heard me voice my "frustration"!
Now, wet derriere and all, I began my trek around the yard. My left leg was feeling totally different than my right. "Hmmmm, must be my imagination" I thought as I kept on trudging...up the hills, down the hills, over to the feeders and back to my starting point.
It was when I went to remove the snowshoes that I realized the toe of my left boot was not secured and kept getting stuck in the snowshoe. Even after all that...
I was able to snap a few pix along the way...
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