whimsical happenstance

walking on water

I went to the winter carnival on Boston Common yesterday with the aim of finally seeing eighteen inches of snow on the ground--something we have been sorely lacking all winter. Okemo came in the day before and blanketed the west end of the Common in the fluffystuff, and I was all ready to play. The hills there make Nashoba look daunting, but it could still be fun grabbing a board or skis and mucking about on a Saturday morning. I arrived, I ran around, ate maple syrup on snow, watched boarders grind on the rail Okemo had set up, and signed up for various prizes. I made my way over to the ski borrowing booth. And then I saw them--snowshoes. I have never tried snowshoeing, so I thought I would give it a chance. Jon was a poop and would not try out a pair, so I had to fork over my license, strap into the bindings and venture out myself. I ran. I jumped. I nearly fell on my face. It was so rad. I have always wanted to run on the snow instead of trying to plow through it in wet sneakers. I was running around like a toddler on speed.



I tried hitting my parents up for a pair for my birthday next week, but I think they already did their shopping. No worries--my REI dividend comes in a week. Happy Snowday to me.

posted by Megan at 4:15 PM