So I have patiently been waiting for Zoe to put one of her movies together showing us up in the deep New Mexico snow, but she has been spending all her spare time studying her lessons from class – aside from the time that she is eating, barking at the neighborhood, fighting with me, etc. – which means her spare time might be, at best, the time we are on one of our walks with our parents.
I decided in the meantime I would share a couple of photos from our limited time in the mountains and a time from long ago when Banshee and Sammy first visited the original cabin on the land. Oh, I should mention that despite the promised plan of staying up in the new cabin this time around, the deep snow prevented us from making it there as there were not enough snow shoes for all of us to tromp the 2+ miles of unplowed road to get there – and even if we made it up there was no place to plow the snow from the narrow roads so we’d of just had to turn back around if we did make it. AND snow shoeing would not have brought our food, toys, bones, treats, bed and other necessities (NOT creature comforts like my heated seats, this was serious). So, that was out. Luckily, there is a dog run behind our grandparent’s place and a dog park in town so we had a blast running off leash.
Speaking of snow shoes, I have a little story that Sammy related to me before he headed off to college – a lesson for me in case I ever got up to the land when the snow was deep. The first time he and Banshee got up to the land it was a winter before the drought. Thus the snow was quite deep. This also happened to be the first time off leash in the “wild.” As soon as they were let out of the car they both took off down the road and around the bend apparently never to be seen again…they were very fast. But once they realized their parents and grandparents were not as fast, they about-faced and came running back to the pack. The road having been plowed and packed down they had no trouble running despite the deep snow. However, this all changed when they started breaking a trail on the walk up to the cabin and on the land. The going was much tougher but in only a few moments (of great exertion) they realized it was much easier if they dropped back from the point position and stay a step or so behind the man in the snow shoes who knew what he was doing. Even though he was not proceeding as fast as they would have liked, a few instances of passing him and leading the way again made them realize snow and steady in second was the preferable way to go.
We didn’t have the luxury of following anyone in snow shoes when we were finally released in the dog run…but we did have a similar finding – deep snow, although a blast, is not always easy to navigate:
As I previously mentioned, we did get a chance to go up towards the land and did our best to re-enact the classic photo of Sammy and Banshee from that first trip (one our grandfather recalls with fond memories):
There were also these similar pictures from that trip:
Here is Zoe striking the pose:
And myself sticking close to my pack but still investigating my surroundings:
This was definitely a fun trip with all the deep snow and bright sun shine. Absolutely beautiful! Even back in town we were the Queens of the Mountain Snow. Winter isn’t coming…it’s here! If only the show would catch up…