Wow. There is nothing like having pristine, white, fluffy show to step and trod through with snowshoes. They allow one to go anywhere deep, inviting snow exists. I had the opportunity to spend a few hours traipsing along the ridge along our local Paint Creek Trail in Rochester. The Trail is an old railroad bed that now is used by countless people, dogs, bikes, cross country skis, and snowshoes everyday of the 365 and 366 day year. This post is a tribute to a glorious sunny day in February of 2011 with a few of my yoga friends. They, and many more that were not with us on that day, a group of intelligent, active, compassionate women of which I possess a great deal of gratitude for the opportunity to be in their company.
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