We had never been snowshoeing around Leavenworth. We consulted our snowshoe book and headed up Fish Hatchery Road because it was listed as one of the more scenic trails in the area and we heard that you usually have the trail to yourself.
The trade for getting to enjoy the solitude is that you break your own trail (which is actually a plus for us). Around Seattle, a “snowshoe” hike usually means hiking a few miles on compacted snow before you can actually put your snowshoes on. On almost every trail, hundreds of people have already come before you and packed down the trail.
Since the snow on the trail was fluffy, Chester and Gretel sunk down about 10 inches and were buried up to their necks. In some spots their heads were covered and all you could see was their noses poking out of the snow.
They couldn’t see but they didn’t care. They seemed to know to aim uphill and gladly bounded through the snow up the trail, springing out of the snow one minute and disappearing with a poof the next. When they got tired from the bouncing they just forged ahead, pushing the snow with their chest like little plows.
One thing they really like about hiking in the snow is that they can smell critters better. Occasionally they would stop to bury their head in a hole that had apparently been occupied by some good-smelling vermin. So far all they have found is disappointment.
All that bounding and snow-plowing makes for two tired weiner dogs. Back in the car they traded for burrowing the snow for burrowing under their blankets. They immediately passed out and slept the whole 3 hours back to Seattle.