Ok, it’s a hill named “Burnt Mt.” but it was still a good, long snowshoe. Instead of heading back to the car he wanted to go a longer way, up to the Water Tower (which he kept confusing the name: power house, water fountain, water thing, etc…), for the way back.
“That’s going to take longer, maybe an hour to get back.” I told him.
“That’s ok, it doesn’t seem like an hour.” he claimed.
“That’s because we haven’t done it yet.”
“I’ll be ok.”
After we finished the 3.4 miles of snowshoeing, the last part of which he ran downhill from the water tower, “I can’t believe how much we did! That was so much walking. I’m tired!”