Okay, fine.

It has been pointed out to me that Photojournalist Chris went to a great deal of trouble to capture my heroic but ill-fated journey while we were snowshoeing. There was this skinny overhanging branch just off the trail that had at least two feet of snow piled on top of it. I thought it would be great for me to walk up there so Chris could get a picture of me standing beneath it. My shoes were made to walk across packed snow, not four feet of powder.







I flung myself as far as possible under the branch, but that's as far as I got. Stupid snow.