Yup, a pretty cute story. Robin and I have had a couple of fun snowshoe hunts in Northern New Hampshire. It sure beats sitting in a cozy camp by the woodstove sippin' on your favorite adult beverage as you gaze dreamily out the window over the vast whiteness... quite content to stay right where you are.
Seriously though, bunny hunting with yowling dogs is a great way to spend a winter's day.
How do you "leave no footprint" on "six inches of fresh snow"?
