In an ancient family tradition dating back 4 years, Thanksgiving marks the beginning of the snowshoe season. Whilst enjoying Eden, my brother, dad, and I donned our winter garb and set out at daybreak.
When we started down the trail, the temperature was -5. My newfound beard quickly froze over.
Fresh snow. Note the elk tracks behind us.
The latest photo from a series James entitled "Cain and Abel."
That's right... my dad didn't bring proper gloves or pants yet somehow the ski goggles made it in his suitcase.
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so, where did you end up going? did joey give you awesome advice or what? do you love usguys? all that snow - man, we miss it. we'll be there in a week though.
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