It is said the Eskimos have 77 unique words to describe snow. I can think of at least 77 unique words to describe how much I dislike hiking in snow and its inbred cousins ice, slush, and cold mud. Many of my chosen words also include a modifier word that begins with the letter F and rhymes with trucking.
Actually I need to replace “hiking” with slipping, sliding, postholing, falling, cursing, bitching, crawling, and flailing. Fortunately, what’s left is melting fast, and the worst is behind me. Soon I’ll be across the Feather River, where the Sierra Nevada mountains transition to the Cascades, which I’ll follow north for the rest of the journey. (Tip of the cap to Mom for looking that up)
~ Scarf
Hey at least there are no rattle snakes in the snow!
Well, you’re right about that! lol
yeah, don’t get lost, dude! sucks but beautiful! hang in there dude, you CAN do it!!!
With all the snow how are you staying on the trail? That seems to be a challenge.
Great going Kyle! Can’t believe your progress-and the Feather River is such an amazing area! EVERY area is an amazing area, so just some more beauty. Bumped into Jean and congratulated her on the trek she made! Love to you both.