Snowshoeing

I wish I had the picture I'm thinking of, of me snowshoeing last year when I was about 7 or 8 months pregnant. I had a big belly and I squeezed into my snow gear that would stretch and set out on a hike with hubby and friends.

Edited 3/2010: I found them! These are from two seperate snowshoeing trips.This is to compare with this year's snowshoeing trip. We took Maggie up to the snow, me thinking we could sled with her, but after a couple attempts on hard ice, it was clear it was neither safe nor enjoyable for any of us. So we found a quieter, calmer spot in the Sierra to hike around. It was a open meadow along Bear River with an interpretive nature trail that we followed.Maggie fell asleep and we crunched along in our snowshoes listening to the rush of the river. After a tough morning, it actually turned out quite nice.