So the boy has a "special friend" if you know what I mean. <sigh> When I was his age I wasn't nearly cool enough to attract that kind of attention. Ok. Whatever. I can deal with this. <sniff they grow up so fast>
Somehow, said special friend and family are really into the whole sportsball thing, but don't go into the mountains the way we do. Stunning! Confusing! You mean they practice ALL THE TIME? Yes. So while the boy goes to games he would never have attended, she somehow got conned into an adventure with us. (And dad came along, too, because would you really let your 16 year old kid go into the mountains with the likes of me?)
Since this was only April there was still tons of snow in the mountains, but that's what snowshoes are for. We outfitted the two newbies and headed up one of my favorite winter trails. It was well packed and easy to follow. Perfect for a first outing.
Of course, there were some falls and slides and their poor pup's long hair gathered more than a few snowballs. We made it to the lake and enjoyed the (limited) views as another storm approached. Tink cavorted in the deep snow while their dog, Maggie, got wrapped in a sweatshirt and cuddled.
Back down the same way we came up. More slips and slides, some SCIENCE! and back to the lowlands. Our newfound friends seemed to have had a good time and didn't immediately ghost us so that's probably a good sign. Now we just have to wait for the sportsball season to end (does it ever end?) so we can go again.
