Because my brother-in-law Quinn works for the Outdoor Adventure Center at UVU (where you can rent different outdoor equipment or sign up for various adventurous day trips) and because not enough students signed up for the snowshoeing adventure, Sarah and I found ourselves hiking up a mountain in American Fork canyon one Saturday in January. The only problem being that one thing was missing: Snow.
I'm not sure how many of you have tried snowshoeing without snow, but if you're having a hard time imagining it, it looks a little bit like this:
Although we had hiked a considerable distant and had yet to find any snow,
our spirits remained high.
Finally, we found what we had been looking for: Snow.
There wasn't a ton, but it was enough to make us happy.
I think that was mostly because it meant we could actually put our snowshoes on,
rather than carrying them in our hands or hanging them from our packs
and having the spikes bounce up on down, tenderizing our hind quarters.
Although we could still see the brush coming up through the snow,
we had fun racing across the meadow in our snowshoes
(because we all know it can't be fun for the Brockbanks without a little competition).
After making it to our destination and traversing the snow in our snowshoes,
we had to hike back down and enjoy the dirt on the path.
I don't think it was quite what I expected for my first snowshoeing adventure,
but when do things ever go like we expected?
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