We got to go out snow-shoeing last night. We always go at night because there's something amazing about being deep in the woods with only the light of your head lamps. It adds a surreal quality and a sense of magic and mystery that I've never really seen anywhere else. The snow gleams in the light of the lamps, every lump in the snow throws weird shadows. The simplest track of a rabbit becomes something sinister that must be followed to make sure it isn't heading toward the village. Nick, Aoibheann and I went out around midnight. Corbin decided to stay home and sleep instead, he left early today for a friend's house. It's amazing how comfortable all of us are getting on snowshoes. When we first started it was like watching a bunch of baby ducks walking around. Now it's second nature to be on them. I guess practice really does help a lot.