Solitude For Saturday. #7

Good morning on this rather chilly Saturday! It is our coldest morning of the winter so far, still not bad as far as winter temperatures go, but not enjoyable anyway. It was -13F (-25C) this morning, but with the wind factored into that, it was -24F (-31C). Therefore, it was cold. Too cold really. I know it can get colder, and normally does get colder than that during our long winters, but still, it is cold this morning. I used to go out for long walks, or go snowshoeing, on days like this and not think twice about it.

That was just something normal to do in the winter. Now I prefer to stay inside and drink coffee. Time does change things. I am not as healthy as I used to be, so the cold affects me a lot more. Snowshoeing is out of the question now, even on a milder day. But it was fun at one time. I enjoyed it immensely. Every time I went out there would be a lot to see. For example, snow. There was always a lot of snow. And it was everywhere. On the ground and in the trees. And a lot of times on me.

Mainly because the snow in the trees does not always stay in the trees. Eventually it likes to fall off. And more than once it fell on me as I walked under those trees. That part was not so fun. Sometimes I think the squirrels deliberately jumped on the branch as I passed by, knocking the big bunch of snow off and making it fall on me. I mean, how likely is it for a clump of snow to fall off a branch just as I am walking underneath that tree? I am not touching the tree, or shaking the ground, so how does it fall on me like that? I will stay with my squirrel theory.

Anyway, I would go walking with my snowshoes and make trails all over the place, miles of trails. They would then freeze hard, and I could walk on the trail without snowshoes. But I would take them along anyway and put them on whenever I wanted to extend my trails. It was fun. One day Dad decided to come along and do some snowshoeing also, mainly to try and find some insulators, if we managed to walk that far. Everything was going well until we got to this one part where the trail went fairly close to the lake.

The wind would blow snow off the lake and pile it among the trees along the shore. So at that time, the snow was about 5 feet (about 150cm) deep. Dad was a bit heavier than me, I was just in my teens at the time. Dad’s right foot broke through the snow and that made him stomp down with his left foot. That made him lose his balance and he fell, off the trail and “floomp” into the deep snow. His arms and legs were thrashing around as he tried to get the snow off his face.

“Hey, be careful, you are going to ruin the trail,” I said. Dad stopped. “I am not worried about the trail,” he said, “I want to get out of the snow.” “Why not try turning over so you can dig down to the ground, then you will have something solid to push yourself up,” I suggested. Dad thought for a moment, then he figured it might work. I helped by grabbing his one leg to pull him over. It worked, though Dad screamed. He claimed I twisted his leg. All I did was pull it.

Now he was covered with snow again. I crawled out on top of Dad to help dig him out with my snowshoe. He screamed again. But it worked. He finally got out of there and back on the trail. But that was not all that happened that day, that was just the start. We used to have a lot of fun. Even Dad laughed about our adventures. Afterward. Oh well. I hope you all have a wonderful weekend and God bless!

Steve and Muffin.

Β©2022 Steve McLeod.

12 Comments on “Solitude For Saturday. #7

  1. Oh , the fun times when one is young and healthier ! 😳😯 recalling the events which took place still makes me laugh.πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚β—οΈIt is cold here as well ! πŸ₯Ά where’s the coffee ? Or hot chocolate ? …Thanks for sharing ! β›·

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    • Yes indeed, it is fun to recall those days and have a good laugh or two! I think I drank all the coffee myself today! πŸ˜‚πŸ˜Ήβ˜•β˜•

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