It snowed. There’s only an inch of the white stuff. And it’s January, not February. Still, I need to see what my ravine setting is like in the snow. Winter hiking is the plan.
The problems with winter hiking are the cold and wet. Both are very discouraging to me. A warm stove and a good book are so inviting.
Enough of that. I have to go out exploring before the Arctic front moves in. Both cold and wet can be dealt with.
Clothing layers are a first line of defense. Long johns. Flannel shirt and jeans. Vest. Hoodie. Snow suit.
I see people walking in the cold without hats on. A tremendous amount of body heat is lost through your head. Hats are a must for winter hiking.
Cold feet are sure defeat. When feet get cold, they start hurting. The cold spreads up the ankles to the legs. The toes are ice cubes.
Snow calls for pack boots. Plus wool socks.
Next are the gloves. My hands are small so gloves are difficult to find. Those sized for women’s hands aren’t made for rugged use. Men’s sizes are too large. A double layer of jersey gloves works, if the air isn’t too cold.
Gloves have another aspect for me. I take a camera with me and intend to take pictures. Gloves are clumsy. Jersey gloves are easy to take off and put back on.
Digital cameras are another problem for winter hiking. They do not like being cold. If the temperature drops into the teens, the camera moves inside the snow suit.
Finally I am suited up. It only took fifteen minutes. I am stiff. The pack boots are heavy and clumsy.
I open the door and set off. The going is slow. Through the gate, across the bridge and out to the pastures.
Snow blankets the ground. Snow highlights tree limbs. Most creatures are tucked away trying to keep warm so the world is quiet.
A pileated woodpecker hammers on a tree. A large hawk swooshes by overhead. A barred owl flees from under a rock ledge.
The air is crisp. Bits of snow drop to the ground. I walk through a winter landscape straight from a picture on a card.
Winter hiking takes lots of preparation. It’s worth it.