|Snowshoe tracks winding through untouched snow.|
There's nothing like snowshoeing through a quiet forest to clear the mind and shake off the weight of a busy day. It's a wonderful experience at any hour, but even more so late in the afternoon on a clear day, when the sun casts a golden light against the trees before sinking behind a rosy horizon.
|Remnants of a strange track (I'm thinking porcupine) lead off into the trees.|
|The pinkening sky over the next ridge.|
|Happy snowshoer catches some rays.|