On Tuesday, a snowplow was my alarm clock.
It wasn’t our first snow of the season, but it felt like a significant storm nonetheless. I pulled on my ski socks, tugged my wool hat over my ears, and beckoned my little Yeti to join me on a winter-white adventure.
We had the trail to ourselves, despite following footprints of earlier risers. The sun and clouds took turns overhead and glittering ice crystals fluttered to the ground from heavy tree branches. Hiking in snow is an awesome workout- I knew I’d be sore tomorrow. My steps made a muffled crunch in the new snow and Cholula grew a snow beard. There is something exhilarating about exploring a snowy trail with a happy dog. If I had a tail, it would have been wagging, too.
My favorite part of playing in the snow is coming home to a toasty fire and a hot mug of tea, listening to my dog’s satisfied sighs as she lays by my side. The snow has mostly melted now, Utah’s November sunshine winning this battle. But I know that, ultimately, the snow will win the war. At least until May…
Cheers to the snow days to come.