snowshoeing

I took up snowshoeing this past weekend at Snoqualmie.  Snowshoeing sounds so much fun and fluffy, but I found out its basically hiking in the snow.  Duh right?  Anyways, it totally kicked my ass into level 9 soreness and I’m still recovering.  These pictures will show why I’m not a wimp.

Here’s the gang happily snowshoeing.  Unbeknownst to them is that the trail ends up at the top of the mountain on the upper right side depicted in this picture.  No, I’m not kidding.

More happy pictures of enjoying the scenery.  Truly beautiful.

More postcard views.

Here we are at the upper right ridge from the first picture. This picture doesn’t show the 60 degree slope, but I had to use my hands to climb up.  There was a couple times where I slipped and almost rolled down the hill into a giant snowball.  In this picture, I’m thinking that the snowball death would be a terrible way to go.  Kelly (in red coat) was encouraging me by hymning the theme to Rocky.

Made it to the top and this is the view from the ridge.  Wonder why the lake is named Snowlake?  I have no clue.

Some peeps from Quest church and their friends.  Right now my face is frozen and can’t take off my sunglasses if I wanted to.  There was about 10 minutes of silence while we ate due to hunger and the stuffing of face.

The beginning of the trail is wedged in the valley far in the distance.  Rolling down as a snowball sounds appealing to me.  But I remember that I would probably die if I choose the quicker path.

Wisdom prevails, I compromise by sliding down the steep hill on my butt until I got a wedgie.

Here’s Source Lake covered in the snow.  I have nothing witty to say.

God’s magnificent creation.  We are not worthy.

While on the hike, I kept thinking how terrible this feels and that I could die from snowshoeing.  But after it was all and done, it was fun and I had a great sense of accomplishment.  Next week, Mount Everest.