Finally we got out on our snowshoes - tough slogging through a wet sticky carpet. Paul's traditional pair fared better than mine as the frame of my aluminum pair picked up clumps of snow.
We started easy through a golf course, criss-crossed with deer tracks. Our tracks were added becoming part of the landscape. Occasional car sounds were heard in a crescendo diminuendo as they passed nearby. The wind sometimes whistled through, much like the cars. Bird calls punctuated the air with the occasional raucous cry of a crow to the chirps of a chickadee. The silences in between were audible - no hum of a city, just peace.
