New Year's Day is when most people, most normal people sleep in and wear sunglasses and earmuffs. Ah, but we're not normal people. We're mountain people. So of course we went to the snow to celebrate the new year.
Thankfully, it's close and we know the secret spots where there's deep powder and nobody else. And by, "secret," I mean just slightly off the beaten trail. With snowshoes we can go anywhere and find our own powder.
Wee little Tinkham had the toughest time when we left the packed trail. It turns out her tiny paws and short legs made for more of a challenge in the snow. After seeing her bounding through the snow it seems she's up for that challenge. She lept. She dug. She tunneled. She had a great time.
A face full of snow? Pfft. Snow on her belly? Ticklish. Snow over her head? Laughable.
Tink could have stayed out all day. I don't think she was getting cold at all. The rest of us weren't running around nearly as much as Tinkham and were getting a little cold so we headed back.
It wasn't a long adventure, but it was just right to start the year. Even more important, it was just the right adventure to continue Tink's journey to mountain dog status.
