My athabascan pattern, wood and rawhide snowshoes with lampwick bindings spend most of the year on display. I sometimes get patronising looks and comments by the goretex-plastic shoe crowd. I usually start talking about the 'mad mountain man' who left a LSD crazed life in L.A. and was rumoured to remove gold teeth from his victims. About then I rattle my PSK tin in my anorak while looking intently if they're smiling <img src="/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" />