We woke up early one Sunday morning and drove up the long road to Hatcher Pass for another adventure together — my first time on snowshoes.
We had hiked up there many times in the summer and had done some cross-country skiing in the area too, but I had never hiked up a mountain in the snow, and I was eager to add a new skill to my rapidly growing repertoire. We chose a moderate path, starting out flat and slow, a frozen creek crossing, and then straight up through a tangle of bare branches toward the peak.
I led the way on unsteady feet, shoving and fumbling through
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