While in Seattle for MLA/Winter Siesta, my friends and I went to Mt. Rainier for a gorgeous trek through the arctic wonderland. Upon viewing a virgin landscape, I decided to make my mark upon the land by smacking the snow-dust off the top of a nearby tree.
Action shots follow:
That tree ate my leg. Up to the butt. It felt like I was entering a vast abyss of ice and snow and tree-revenge.
It was like an episode from The Happening:
In case you didn’t see that expression on my face, a closer look:
But do you see the snow-cap on top??? I don’t think so! Who has the last laugh now, Tree?
My jeans and khaki French-Revolution-style coat were covered in snow-dust, but my feet stayed dry! My boot buying adventure was a success!
And for one spectacular moment, I lived out my childhood dreams and made a snow angel:
And I ate dust-snow. Lots of it. Better than a box of kittens.