Not dead yet.

          On my way to work the other morning I had a snowshoe blow-out. Its not that it went flat – snowshoes are at their best when they’re flat – but an essential strap broke. It being around super bowl time, lets just say I experienced a ‘footwear malfunction’.  When it happened, as luck would have it, I was in the middle of a steep, open slope, upon which the deep snow had recently been completely re-distributed by ferocious winds. Fussing around with my show shoes in the dark, with the wind still a-whipping and mentally noting – not wryly, not philosophically, certainly not