Our Robyn Norwood has this nice travel piece for SignonSanDiego on snowshoeing at Mammoth Lakes, in the Sierra Nevada. From her story:
The moon, two nights shy of full, rose overhead. The snow beneath our feet was packed firm. But the woods were not silent that night, filled instead with the crunching of our snowshoes and the occasional low growl of a tractor grooming a ski run, its lonely light creeping along a distant hill.
The voices of my 20 companions — 18 other snowshoers and our two leaders — were a comfort in the woods, along with repeated assurances that bears were in hibernation.
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We paused to regroup and catch our breath, and an astronomer who happened to be in our midst told us about the formation of the moon, then pointed out Jupiter, and later the bright star Sirius. A shooting star streaked across the sky, the sort of did-I-just-see-that moment you might dismiss as your imagination if you were alone. But we saw it, a blink-of-an-eye confirmed by the quick gasps of others.
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