Depending on who you ask, our city in Northeast Indiana got 8 inches, 9 inches, 10.5 inches of snow between Tuesday afternoon and Wednesday morning, so we did what all Hoosiers do on a day like that — we went snowshoeing.
Snowshoeing is not like basketball in these parts. We don’t grow up longing to snowshoe across Floyd’s Knob or down along the lake at Pokagon State Park. In fact, I know no one else who snowshoes besides my wife and our son. We got out our snowshoes and went about a kilometer on them. We didn’t go far, but then it was just my son’s second or third time on snowshoes. We just don’t get enough snow to go out very often.
We did walk downtown in our boots on Wednesday. My son’s writing workshop at the library was a go, even if he was the only person who showed up. He wrote about lava lamps. We had lunch at our favorite veg-friendly restaurant — Pembroke Bakery — in the heart of the arts district. Then on my walk home, I snapped a few photos of how clearing a street of snow often messes up the sidewalk.