Snowshoeing or hunting?


I finally got Frank to go snowshoeing – we just had to call it "hunting." 

Seriously, we went elk hunting on Saturday.  It was gorgeous – virgin snow everywhere.  And while we didn’t see any sign of people all day, we also didn’t see any sign of elk.  Which was probably a good thing since there is no more room in our freezer for any more meat!

It was a gorgeous day and a great snowshoe hike.

(And for those of you wondering what Frank cooked.  He made us bagel sandwiches of ham and corned beef with onion and chive and garden vegetable cream cheese spread.)

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