won’t you come along on my favorite snowshoe hike? it’s not far away; it’s a little ways down the road.

i keep trying to find the right words to describe its enchantment and magic, and i keep coming up short, so i think i will just let my pictures speak for me.

whenever i go snowshoeing, i get a song from a children’s christmas book stuck in my head: “snowshoe rabbits in the snow, off to grandma’s house we go”. (it snows on christmas eve so the little rabbits use snowshoes to get to their grandma’s house for christmas.)

the other day, on a snowshoe hike with my dad, i learned that there are indeed snowshoe rabbits! apparently you can recognize their tracks because their long hind legs fall in front of their short front legs when they land.

the last time i was on this particular trail, it was covered with snow and what seemed like a hundred million rabbit tracks.