Day 13
February 27, 2008
3:30 p.m. The snow is deep enough that I could use snowshoes. I wish I had used snowshoes.
The scene was prettier last night when snow clung to every surface. Today, the forest floor is pock-marked from clumps of snow that the wind blew off the branches. The trees that were so carefully “shadowed” with snow yesterday look like someone spattered whitewash on them today.
It’s much colder than yesterday. My body is warm from the layers I donned, but my face freezes. I wish “They” would invent a face mask that wouldn’t steam up my glasses when I breathe.
