I went snowshoeing for the first time this weekend! Up in Peninsula State Park in Door County, Wisconsin. A couple months ago I impulsively bought a one-night stay at a shoreside resort there. It was cheap because it’s the off-season, and the peninsula is as frozen as Elsa’s ice palace. But it’s also quiet, crystalline and drop-dead gorgeous. This was the view at sun-down, just across the street from our little resort.
Anyway, back to snowshoeing. My boyfriend’s parents kindly lent us their snowshoes for the weekend, so we bundled up in layer upon layer (upon layer… because it was about 4 degrees and windy out), pulled on our snow pants and strapped in for a winter hike.
The park has six miles of designated snowshoeing trails, but the one nearest our parking spot was partially under construction, so we took the Eagle Trail. The path is better suited to hiking than snowshoeing because it slopes down toward the water and then climbs back up the bluff—in other words, it’s really rocky. When things got too tricky for our broad snowshoes, we just took them off and stuck to plain old boots.
Near the water’s edge, glazed reeds and crackling water sparkled in the winter sunlight. By the bluff, thick icicles hung in limestone caves, which I explored like a giddy kid. If my phone hadn’t died, I would have shared the beauty in this very blog post, but the memory is enough for me. Snowshoeing was much like hiking, with a bit more tripping and high-stepping because of the rocks hidden just beneath the surface of the snow on our trail.
Feeling mighty sweaty after an hour and a half of snowshoeing, we checked into our resort, cleaned up and sought food. Cheap, greasy local pub food. The mac ‘n’ cheese balls at neighborhood joint AC Tap were just the ticket. Everyone at the bar was really into the Steelers-Broncos game that was on, but I was just really into those mac ‘n’ cheese balls.
Surprisingly, this happy photo was taken before said mac ‘n’ cheesy delight. Our stay was so short that we didn’t get to snowshoe again, but we did find time to eat a complete Swedish breakfast at Al Johnson’s before driving home the next day.
Swedish pancakes, lingonberries and meatballs… check, check and check. In the spring and summertime goats graze on the restaurant’s sloped sod rooftop, so clearly I need to return then. Even without goats, though, this was one of the most wonderful winter weekends I’ve ever had.
YOUR TURN: Have you tried snowshoeing? Tell me about your adventures!