Today it snowed. Again. Another three inches. I think that brings the total to 44 inches. Or maybe it's 49. Does it matter at this point?
I spent the day in online class, or getting ready for my traditional classes. At about 3:30 I decided to walk up to junk park. Now that little Girl Scout voice was whispering "take a buddy". Bad Girl Scout, I didn't listen.
I put my snow shoes on in the garage and headed up the barely plowed alley. I arrived at junk park to a wall of snow. There was footprints, so clearly someone was able to climb up there. Not me. It was taller than my waist.
Okay, plan B. I'd go down to the road thru the cemetery and go in that way. Wrong again. But at least I had what was left of the fence to hold one to. It took several falls and several attempts to get on top.
I immediately sunk in. My knee is at the top edge of the snow. Can you even see the snow shoes? Hmmm. I thought with snow shoes you walked on top of the snow....sort of. Clearly not. I tried to walk and fell. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.
Finally I took off the shoes and slid back out into the street.
I was sore, cold, and wet. I just went home. And shoveled the latest three inches
Next time I must listen to the Girl Scout voice. And take poles.
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