I’ve also heard, from an intelligent person, that some people need angels more than others. I think my hiker friend and I rely heavily on our angels.
The weather forecast was for above zero temperatures. I therefore sprayed silicone on my large pair and my small pair of snowshoes. The silicone helps prevent wet snow from sticking to the metal teeth. I wear different sized snowshoes depending upon the depth and state of the snow.
That’s when I stopped whistling. Had I remembered my snowshoes? I couldn’t have been that stupid. I rushed to the truck, opened the tail-gate. I was that stupid! &*(!!
My friend told me she’d borrowed a pair from the library. Ipso facto, she had two pairs. Her own pair had been slightly injured, but was still useable.
Thank-you angel or angels.
I quickly and carelessly grabbed one pole and began to tug and turn. My hand slipped, the pole shot out to my right and bang, it smacked heavily into the window. An expensive window located on the inside inner door.
It was close, but it didn’t break. It could have been, relatively speaking, a rather expensive and catastrophic inconvenience?
Oh, oh! My friend informed me she didn’t know exactly where the trail-head was. I didn’t either.
So, we cruised along the tall snow banks until we saw a trail. We weren’t sure if it was the right one, but it was a trail.
We began the trek by climbing over a large snow bank and then we began hiking through the untouched snow.
We quickly came to suspect that this wasn’t the trail we’d been on last year. Last year’s trail didn’t run through a marsh. We slogged through the snow while staying close to the tree line so we would have a better chance of not going through the ice and water that we sometimes noticed after we’d lifted our feet.
The lake was supposed to be in front of us, but we saw no sign of it.
We finally arrived at the end of the trail without falling into the water. Should we thank one of our angels for this? Don’t know, but just in case,
We spotted a cottage. It was to the left of us. Surprising, because the cottages were supposed to be on the right side. And, voila, there was the lake, right in front of the cottage. The lake was also in the wrong place. Who moved everything?
Anyway, we hiked to the boat house, and then hiked back to the road.
Thank-you angel or angels. I think.
Write to me and I’ll send you a topographical map of our Sunday route. Ha.
“When the present has latched its postern behind my tremulous stay
And the May month flaps its glad green leaves like wings,
Delicate-filmed as new-spun silk, will the neighbours say,
“He was a man who used to notice such things?”
Thomas Hardy, Afterwards