"From the book"
At the end of our visit in the big snow, I hiked the mountain behind Dad s house with my brother, stepping into his size 13 footprints. With trail signposts long buried, we kept to the main road, a route once used for logging. Although almost every trip home included this steep climb, I d never hiked it in two feet of snow. The muffled whiteness made it difficult to tell how far we d come, how much farther we had to go. More than once I sat on a log saying I d stay there and wait for Ken, whose long strides made it look easy, to go up without me. Each time I did this, he...

"From the book"
At the end of our visit in the big snow, I hiked the mountain behind Dad s house with my brother, stepping into his size 13 footprints. With trail signposts long buried, we kept to the main road, a route once used for logging. Although almost every trip home included this steep climb, I d never hiked it in two feet of snow. The muffled whiteness made it difficult to tell how far we d come, how much farther we had to go. More than once I sat on a log saying I d stay there and wait for Ken, whose long strides made it look easy, to go up without me. Each time I did this, he...