Today, our destination is a viewpoint known as the Hill of the Cross (Motto della Croce).
Due to the recent abundant snowfall, we decided to get a late start so that early morning hikers would break trail for us. Here I am, waddling in their snowshoe tracks.
The dome-shaped mountain below is Mount Bar, which I climbed last week.
Eventually, the snowshoe tracks we were following went off in the wrong direction, so Dachshund Daddy had to break trail and carry me to the top of the ridge... where we found ski tracks and I could waddle again.
Occasionally, I waddled away from the ski tracks to take in my surroundings.
Here's our destination and its namesake cross.
Thank you, Dachshund Daddy, for carrying my burrow all the way up the mountain!
Here's my winter s-nose (a snowy nose, as opposed to a summer s-nose, which is a sandy nose).
We stopped several times on the way down to take in the gorgeous view.
How many lakes can you see in the photo below? If you guess correctly, I'll send you a custom-made postcard from my Zazzle store!
Just in case you had any doubts... I'm the little engine that could!