Yesterday was a cold, cold, cold day with high winds making wind chill temperatures of -40* or some crazy, incredible thing like that. I only went out once to tend to the chickens and that was plenty enough time to feel the biting cold on my cheeks. Poor Sue went along with me and by the time we got back to the house, she was carrying one paw and then another. She was so cold. No snow boots or hard hoofs on her feet like me or the cows and sheep. Once in the house she was just fine.
For years I've been trying out different boots to wear with my snowshoes and have not yet found the perfect thing. I've snowshoed in sneakers, Bogs, and packs. It's so much like walking that you want a good-fitting athletic shoe that doesn't hurt your feet as well as a boot that is warm and waterproof. A tall order, I know. I just ordered a new boot, the Vasque Pow Wow. I am so hoping that this is The Boot.
The dogs had a blast today, running and chasing jackrabbits through the trees. I had a blast too. I don't know why I love being out there trudging through snow, but I do. There's a different view that I appreciate. The sky seems bluer, the bare trees look beautiful with an icy-blue background. The snow drifts are etched like sand dunes, and on certain days, there are ice crystals shimmering in the air and on the snow. Jackrabbit tracks and deer tracks are peppered here and there and of course, today there were dog prints from happy, romping dogs and snowshoe prints from a happy ranchwife. I love it all.