After all these years, it still astounds me how scenes of simple beauty like this just exist in New England backyards. (Just as how, after all these months, it still astounds me how many places aren't walk-able in B'more.) Last week, I decided to be Chelsea's "outdoorsy friend" (chortle, chortle) and we went snow shoeing in other people's backyards (also a 'national park' but just barely one at that). Despite the 1.25 doctorates between us, it took awhile just to find a proper trail. Though only some of the blame should go toward our poor map reading skills. The unmarked "parking lots" (um, indents on the side of the road) and barricades with "Warning: Do Not Enter" signs where trails should be also made it all difficult. But, we endured, found a proper lean-to should we have needed one (see below) and got our toes terribly numb. When it was all over, we went for hot chocolate at Dunkin Donuts. Because that's what people do in Massachusetts.
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