New Year's is a huge thing for me. I'm not normally superstitious but I suppose that my Filipino-ness has been so ingrained in me that I still hold to the tradition that whatever you're doing at the stroke of midnight on the first of the year is indicative of how the rest of your year will look like. I have spent at least one NYE on the plane and I could have sworn that my travel miles grew exponentially that year. Although I must admit that I have given up on jumping up and down deluding myself that I will still gain an inch or two vertically.
One of my most magical experiences this winter was a hike in fresh snow at Mount Rose Meadows - sans snowshoes. The bonus was a couple of chickadees feeding on my hand. It was such a surreal moment that I and The Dutch immensely enjoyed that for Christmas, I got him a pair of snowshoes. I picked them up at the local REI and as I entered the store, an announcement at the door caught my eye: New Years Eve Midnight Snowshoe Hike in the Sierras. We were spending Christmas in Canada but New Year's was still wide open. Somehow, a typical NYE party consisting of dancing and boozing to usher a new year in did not appeal to me. In contrast, a midnight hike in the snow in the woods to a ridge top? That's more like a recipe for something unforgettable.
Little did I know that we will get a series of snowstorms leading up to NYE. Little did I know that it will be 9 degrees Fahrenheit (32 degrees is freezing) on NYE.
Still it remains, it is one of the best, unimaginable ways I could have ever spent welcoming a new year.
We had headlamps but the moon reflected so brightly on the glimmering snow that they were not necessary. The forest was dense at times and snow still weighed heavy on some of the evergreen branches.
This evening will be tough to beat.
Happy New Year's Day to everyone! May this year be our best yet! Here's to more fearless adventures with the people we love!