Snowshoeing the Kadunce

It's winter in Northern Minnesota. Snow is banked three feet high along the sides of Highway 61 and a foot of fresh fallen snow blankets the driveway. It is a sticky snow that clings to the branches of the trees, the road signs and even the stalks of weeds in the ditches. The trees lining the driveway form a white canopy overhead so that it feels as though I'm driving into one of those sugared-egg dioramas that we used to admire each Easter when I was a child.