Hiking in a winter wonderland

Note: This actually took place about three weeks ago, but it should come as a shock to absolutely no one that I’m only now getting around to posting about it.

A few weeks ago, we signed up for our first AMC workshop. Or rather, I should say that my sweetie signed us up for our first AMC workshop. You see, I have this thing about group activities, at least the ones that involve a bunch of strangers getting together—I have nightmare recollections about the usual “Hi, my name is…” affairs that end up being more social gathering than actual workshop. But given that we didn’t know squat about winter hiking and that this was being put on by the Appalachian Mountain Club, we/she figured it was worth a go. Plus she’s done enough things for me, so fair’s fair.

A couple of random pics from the weekend:

One of the instructors, Wes Tucker, bushwhacking through the trees.

Our winter wonderland.

Heading back to the lodge, with Mt. Cardigan looming in the background.

And as to my initial fears about the inevitable social gathering? I have to say that I was more than pleasantly surprised. Yes, there was the initial round of introductions, but that can’t be helped. After that, however, it turned out to be a workshop—classes, seminars, outdoor practicals… you know, work. Meaning I loved it. So thanks for getting me off my butt, sweetie. :-)

Even if I did call another woman “sweetie” Saturday morning. But that’s a story for another day.