January 17th, 2021


January 17--I beg your pardon...

...I never promised you a rose garden.

That song has been running through my head all afternoon. We were driving back from spending the morning up the Sierras, and all of a sudden there it was. I don't recall hearing it on the radio, though that is a possibility. After we got home I took a nap, and when I woke up, it was still there. It's still there now. Help me, please help me.

Anyway, after Christmas, we went up to Silver Lake and walked around in the snow for a while and said, "we ought to have snow shoes," so we got some snow shoes and went up today to try them out. Unfortunately, it hadn't snowed in a while, and there wasn't much left at Silver Lake, so we went up to the Carson Pass, where there was still some snow on the ground. And no people.

my left foot

My left foot, and friend, in snow shoes.

We were pretty surprised at how easy it was to get around on them. We walked along the Carson River and enjoyed the morning.

malida in the snow

Malida loves being in the snow. You'd never guess she grew up in the tropics. Or whatever the climate is over there. Ok, I looked it up--it's tropical.

I like it too, though not as much as she does. I did like walking around in the snow shoes, right up until one of mine snapped in half. I put my foot in a soft patch, and the shoe just kind of folded up, breaking the aluminum frame. I fell over and landed in the snow. A few moments ago, Malida recreated the scene for me in the living room. I can still hear her laughing.

I was able to mostly use it to get back to where we were parked, without any trouble. I'll send it back for a replacement, and we will do it again as soon as there is some new snow.

Carson River

It's a beautiful spot, and one we return to in all seasons.