Driven by a smog-trapping inversion and inspired by fresh snow in the mountains, my husband Rog and I rented snowshoes and headed for the hills. It felt like we’d died and gone to heaven. Blue skies, warm 43 degree temperatures and a gentle breeze banished our winter doldrums. For me, a tramp in nature revives me like nothing else. I feel so grateful for the vision I have, for my good health, and that we’ve worked out at the gym three times a week for the past five months. Whew! Snowshoeing for a couple of hours makes for a killer workout! Can’t wait to get back out there!