Frankie's First Snowshoeing

Today was the most beautiful of winter days. A little sunny and a little cloudy and no wind. No wind is very important since there is always wind when you live on a big rock in the North Atlantic. Especially in February. We set out at the very early hour of 10:30 for breakfast and Ben Eoin. Unfortunately, restaurant breakfast in Sydney on a Sunday is pure myth. Three stops later and we were pulling through Tim Horton's all pleased with our breakfast-biscuit sandwich score.

The snowshoeing at Ben Eoin was beautiful and has cemented my decision to invest in some shoes of my very own.

It was educational too. For much of the trip I trekked behind a couple in traditional wooden snow shoes and have to say that those of us sporting the fiber-glass and metal versions seemed to struggle (and wobble) much less. And so I will happily conceded (in this rarest of cases) that modern technology has indeed improved upon an already stellar design.

Other important lessons learned:

(1) When your snowshoeing begins at the base of a ski hill you are definitely going up

(2) When the guide says to take poles - take poles

(3) Frankie Moon is an ace snowshoer

View from the top (You want to push those bangs out of my eyes. I do too.)

On the way back down (and wishing for an Inspector Gadget snowshoe-ski combo)