Things have been quiet in blog land, I know. The end of 2014 brought about a lot of change for me and my family and we ushered in 2015 with open arms, and a lot of hope. We shed a bunch of tears, smiled when we received encouragement and good news and through it all, remained thankful. As I often do, I find joy being in the outdoors with my family. I spent a lot of my childhood canoeing and camping with my family. My father was the commodore of the Ka-Na-Wa-Ke Canoe Club in Syracuse, NY so me and my sister spent many a summer in between our parents in one of the many canoes my father had hanging from the ceiling of our garage. We often went camping deep in the woods of the Adirondacks on state land where there were no facilities to speak of. Once you paddled to your campsite, you were on your own. Maybe this is why I often find myself being completely okay with solitude. I find peace being with my family as much as possible. I find joy setting up a tent and hearing my daughter sleep at night in her sleeping bag. I laugh when she complains that we’ll be snowshoeing up a big hill and asking me if I can carry her to the top.
My gift to Dan and Lillian were snowshoes this year because in the spirit of togetherness, it was only right that they join me and Max in our adventures. While I grew up cross-country skiing, I knew that snowshoeing would be an easy transition for me. It’s been a harsh winter and we haven’t been able to get out nearly as often as I’d like, but as long as I’m with these two (and furry Max of course), I’m a happy gal…..
From a recent trip to Merck Forest in Rupert, Vermont.