A confession: I'm sort of a hiking snob. I'm so busy with work in the summer that when I do have time to hike, I choose the mountain peaks and the picturesque lakes. I want the big views, not acres of trees. But today, I made a split second decision. I turned to the left.
Immediately all the other prints vanished, except for a single set of ski tracks. The snow was deep and soft. I saw nobody.
The ski tracks stopped at the top of a hill.
I continued on and came to this cute bridge:
The trees creaked and groaned in the wind. There were glimpses of mountains though the forest.
The trail was longer than I thought, and I had started late. I reluctantly turned around, covering about 7 miles. I realized I had been missing out. The forest was so peaceful, and I didn't have to follow anyone else's tracks. I don't need mountain peaks every time. Sometimes a quiet forest is the perfect choice.
I'll be back to hike the entire trail sometime soon.