Rain followed the last snowstorm but there is enough white stuff on the meadow to require snowshoes for transit. Aki trots along in the track of a cross-country ski as I break trail on wet snow, motivated by views, more than a destination. She stops from time to make sure I haven’t lost my mind. Someone finding my tracks later might assume that I had tried to find my way off the meadow during the dark of last night. I am being a little irresponsible, taking a chance that my tracks could lead someone away from the trail home. But they could follow the ski tracks, which lead back to the trailhead.