Sorry, but this wasn't some epic adventure with blue skies and Type 1 fun. Nope. This was all Type 2 fun along an old logging road to a saddle between higher peaks. In fact, it started in the rain. In the dark. Carrying snowshoes. Again.
Too many of my adventures include carrying snowshoes. Maybe Tubbs will make me a pair of magic snowshoes that appear when you need them, but are otherwise lighter than a feather. That'd be nice. Hear that Tubbs? Can you work the magic?
Yeah. That's kind of a tall order. Maybe I just shouldn't do silly trips like this. The problem is it's in my blood. I can't stop going out even when the options are less than ideal. Avalanches over there. A long, pointless walk over here.
What am I going to do? Say no? Stay at home? Sleep in? Pfft. That'd be better than an avalanche, but I'd prefer the long walk. I'm just crazy that way.
