I assume that most people have heard about "Ski Bums" and "Climbing Bums" -- individuals who, when the weather is right, or a good-for-nothing friend calls on the phone and says "Let's Go!", blow off responsibilities like school or jobs to head up into the mountains for a Play Day.
Well, if Webster's Dictionary or Wikipedia ever coin the term "Snowshoe Bum," I'm pretty sure I could be first in line to qualify. Not that I live in an old VW van, or squeak by on a meager income from a trust fund, or any of those stereotypical ski/climbing bum lifestyles.
Yet.
But don't tempt me, because there are days when I lean toward that kind of dirtbag-ish path.
I mean, check out these pictures I shot two days ago on a snowshoe outing in the North Cascades and tell me if you blame me for throwing my winter gear in the car and heading for the hills on a weekday, a day when most responsible folks were punching the clock.
The weather was right.
The snow was right.
Oh wow, dude. I was so there!
