Argh!  I forgot to post this last Sunday.

We met the Abominable Snowman today in the form of a short grey-haired woman on cross-country skis.  GP and I went for our last snowshoe of the season.  The snow cover is already half what it was just a week ago.  We drove up early to beat the traffic and were rewarded with being the only living souls in the entire valley when we headed out.  It was gorgeous and peaceful, no one in sight.  About a half an hour in the snowshoe trail crosses a bridge,  intersects and shares the cross-country ski trail for a dozen yards or so before veering up the mountain.  As we were stomping along, enjoying the quiet, a voice behind us yelled, "Hey, you're on the cross country trail!  Get over on the other side of the river!  We pay for this you know!".  It was a tiny old woman on skis.  I told her, politely, there is no trail on the other side of the river.  She wouldn't let it go.  She insisted that we were trespassing on the cross-country trails, for which skiers pay!  (Snowshoeing is free)  Again I told her, not quite as politely, that we were following the trail markers which, after 3 years, we know well, and MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS YOU OLD BAT!  Ok, so I didn't say the last part but I wanted to!  It was crazy.  The only other person around for miles was an old guy we passed pissing on a trail marker.  She wouldn't leave us alone!  We only lost her when we went uphill on a narrow path she couldn't follow.  Thank God for Spring.  xxoo me