There is no question about it, my wife loves snow. So do I, but nowhere near as much as my wife. At the mere mention of snow her ears perk up. If a single snow flake falls from the sky she breaks out into a shuffle dance I once seen from my nephew when he was learning to walk as well as a bursting high pitched scream of the word; SNOW!
There is nothing like hiking in the snow no matter what the haters say.
Last winter, shortly after a heavy snow fall, Gus (my Jack Russell Terrier) and I set out to hike a trail or two at Black Moshannon State Park. It had snowed the night before, an additional four inches on top of six inches we received a few nights previous. So I expected and planned for the snow…
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