I had removed my snowshoes just as a chance to rest, open my thermos, have something warm to drink, brush the ice pack from my bindings. I took one step and it was right into a spruce trap, a snowy pit under pines of a certain size after snow has fallen at a swift enough rate to leave a cave beneath. These caves have a dreadful habit of self filling after they are disturbed, much like the bottom half of a hour glass and that's where I found myself. I crawled, climbed, scampered, and scrapped and when I surfaced I saw the trail ahead of me, now at ground level. I cleaned the snow from my camera, made this exposure, and promptly strapped myself back into my snowshoes.