Yesterday we went hiking near Denny Creek, at Exit 47 off if I-90. The trail was called Annette Lake Trail, though we didn’t make it to any lakes.

The snow on the ground and on the trees was spectacular. The trail was completely covered in snow, in some places up to five or six feet deep. My toes eventually got cold, so we turned back after two miles, for a four-mile round-trip, but it was still a good workout. And the views were breathtaking.

There was an outhouse in the parking lot, and for some reason the door (which was quite solid) had a number of bullet holes in it. None of them penetrated all the way through the door (which I’m sure was a relief for the person inside at the time of the shooting), but they were about the size of a nickel.

Now, when we arrived at the parking lot, I saw lots of snow and open space and thought what all males behind the wheel think in a situation like this: donuts! I slammed on the gas, but to no avail: the snow was tightly packed, and we got stuck. Rather than delay our hike, we decided to dig out later (which took about 30 minutes when we got back to the car).

One of the best views was in a powerline right-of-way:

Great hike. Other than the knee-deep snow near the top that swallowed and froze our feet, everything was perfect. Amy described it better here.