The days are cooling off here. It’s beginning to feel more and more like last year’s winter. Chances are this upcoming winter won’t be as mild as the last one. Oddly enough though, I am ready for the snow.
Even though last winter was mild, there was still plenty of snow on the ground. Enough that a friend and I went with the school to Harriman state park to go snowshoeing. It was my first time snowshoeing and for the life of me, I couldn’t stop stepping on the back of my friend’s snowshoes. For the first twenty minutes, it was a lot of tripping and a lot of sorrys that went around. Mostly because I would forget how big my new feet were.
After we had gotten our tickets and got the shoes on, we got on to one of the trails. The snowshoes took a little bit of getting used to, but after getting used to them, I found it pretty neat to see all the different places we could go. By the rivers and lakes, through the trees, all the areas I normally wouldn’t have been able to go, I went.
Our group passed through what looked like a small village of cabins and there were a couple people who lived there serving hot chocolate. I stopped and talked to one of them for a little while, and it turns out there’s a bit of history in the small village. Roland and W. Averell Harriman owned the land and lived out there for quite a few years but then ended up giving the land for free to Idaho to be used as a park. Cabins can be rented out there, and some of them were built in the 1900s, and each cabin has its own unique style, matching the era it was built in.
After passing through the village, we came to a bridge where we all hung over the edge skipping rocks across the ice over the river. It then became a game. Who could get the rock to the edge of the ice without it falling into the water. Eventually, it ended with us breaking up all the ice and watching it float down the river.
Further down the trail was a lovely view of forested hills and mountains across a lake. The view reminded me of Washington when driving through downtown Kirkland or through Issaquah with the water reflecting the hills and forests. The kind of thick woodland where if you stare long enough you’d half expect to see a deer or Sasquatch.
My favorite times in Idaho are always when I find a new wooded area. Seeing the nature and the trees reminds me of home and believe it or not, there’s a lot more forest in Idaho than expected. I hope to see more of it this semester too. I’ve got a few more days left before the snow hits, I better make it count.