“Honey, stop focusing on the snow on your glove and focus on walking.”
It was the kids’ first winter hike. My 6-year-old was walking on snowshoes through a path so deep in the snow it looked like it was carved by a snow blower. He was eating snow off his mitten, and not paying attention to where he was going.
I prefer winter hiking to summer climbs. I like the quiet, the absence of bugs, humidity and, generally, throngs of people. Fresh snow is opulence anyone can enjoy–feathery, downy, voluminous. In the stillness, I tried to point out to my sons, you can hear the tiny scratch of snow landing on snow, on trees, on us.
I chose Goodnow, a 2,690-foot, 1.9-mile climb in Newcomb, for the boys’ first winter…
