Plenty of snow although there the Sierra Nevada could use a lot more.
So, we stop to change out of our Yak Trax into our snowshoes at the trailhead kiosk. My first step...splat...snow facial. I trip over my snowshoes.
My wife turns and stands about ten feet away...laughing.
"Gee, how about a little help?" as I try to make it back up to my feet.
Again, she just stands there smiling at me.
"Hmph!"