This brought back the memory of my own forays into snow-shoeing. When my body decided skiing wasn't the greatest idea for my knees anymore, I became inspired. I went to a local workshop at REI, and won a classroom lottery, gifting me with a pair of lipstick red snow-shoeineg boots. From there the love affair blossomed. Joyous faceplants and tentative, slow, contemplative rambles ensued. It is snowing here, today. I no longer have that kind of gear, so this read allowed me to share in the adventure.