Burglar's Bane snow

Over the weekend, we had some of the noisiest-to-walk-on snow I've ever walked on. Every step creaked. It wasn't a sharp sound, in that it was somehow cardboardy, but it was loud. More than that, every footstep left behind it a perfect, sharp, clear mold of the sole of the shoe.

I couldn't help thinking that if I were a burglar or mugger I would have hated that snow.