Last night Steve & I tromped from our front door, through the cemetery, and into Hickory Hill woods in the 4˚F air. I like XC skiing when it serves as transportation. I've skied downtown a few times this season, and I laugh most of the way. But, skiing just to ski makes me feel a little bored. Snowshoeing on the other hand is a thrill, whether it's a hoof to the drug store or just some loops around the woods. Sure, it's noisier than the swishing sounds of skiing, but I think sometimes I like to be noisy.

A few days ago I realized that I'm ready for the spring thaw. I'm itching to ride longer than it takes me to run errands, and I look forward to wearing much fewer layers every single day. But, going snowshoeing last night made me think that I could hunker down for another month of snow... the trick to surviving cabin fever is to get out of the cabin.

The moon made fine company.