Snowshoeing

By Staff / The Bulletin
April 1, 2005

There's something primal about powder. Crunching through it, scattering a dusty white wake behind, is nearly irresistible. It's liberating, a playful return to a simpler time of life.

Running, jumping, kicking, squealing. The layers of stern formality separating grown-up from tail-wagging pup....

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