“We will love snow-shoeing, Dan.” My wife was enthusiastic.
“Nazy, my dear, God invented mountains..”
“I know! And we are going to enjoy the beauty of nature..”
“God invented gravity at precisely the same time he invented mountains. Gravity exists solely to enable human beings to effortlessly slide down mountain slopes. Walking upslope is a sin.”
“A sin?”
“That’s right: a sin. It is clearly against one of the commandants.”
“What are you talking about, Dad?” Darius interrupted. “It will be fun.”
“Have you ever snow-shoed, Dar?” I replied.
“No but..”
“It is like dancing..”
“… that sounds like fun,” Mitra interjected.
“… dancing on beach sand while wearing swim flippers.”
“I saw that in Mama Mia!”
“Except that it will be cold and the dance flows uphill.”
I was, of course, wrong: you don’t ‘flow’ uphill in snowshoes. I also forgot to mention the sleet and I didn’t realize that it was possible to sink into 3 foot deep snow while wearing snowshoes. More important, I didn’t account for the grandeur of shoeing through the Alps, the warmth and fulfillment of the fondue stop or the feeling of satisfaction and accomplishment derived from a family outing in mountains.
And I certainly slept well that night: no tossing or turning. (My muscles were locked in place.)
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