Me, my dad, and Mr. Duane where on a hike that we used snowshoes. I started out in the front ,but my shins where hurting a lot but I didn’t tell them later. I soon was at the back of the group. It was a lot easer at the back than in the front because I could literally fallow in . Mr. Duane s or my dads footsteps. I got a good break of lying down because my dad was talking to Mr. Duane about something. After we took our half hike break we meet some nice people that where following us and my dad made a joke that the people where hiking after us so that they could go on already hiked on trails. We made the people go ahead of us so that they cleared the way for us to go. They left at the next road and we kept going. We came to a open area that snowmobiles drove around like crazy. We decided that we would go to the road that lead to the spot that Mr. Duane owned.
Dad planed us to go to a part of the N.C.T trail today on the first of January. We did go but I usually attempt to sleep on the way. I actually stayed up and listened to the (to me) hilarious pod-casts that my dad plays. When we got there dad, as always told mom to take a picture of me and him. When we started out I was in front but dad wanted me in back so that if he dropped any thing I could pick it up and give it to him. We saw a turkey flying, who see turkeys fly it was me and dads first time seeing one . It was about 3.8 miles we hiked but to me it seemed forever. I was saved by the pod-casts dad played.