Soft shoe

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We've been snowshoeing this winter, thanks to Fort Whyte and their store of rentable snowshoes.

I was completely underdressed today, despite the warm temperatures.

But the train wail almost drowned out Aa's "I wanna go hooooome...." And after we soft-shoed our way from duck box to duck box to see if there were eggs in them, we built a horned snowman.

There's something infinitely satisfying about walking through a patch of untouched snow...and not winding up mired to the thighs.

Speaking of which, the WFP poetry column is due this week. And though I know I usually wail about how behind I am, I'm especially behind this month. Sigh...