We trudged through the snow, which piled up in big drifts - the light areas had about a foot of snow, but some drifts were much deeper. We captured these images using a camera-phone, hence the low resolution.
Some grey birds made strange electronic chirping sounds - can't figure out what they were yet. They jumped from bush to bush, poking around at the last berries of the season. Only squirrel tracks marked the path over the thick undisturbed snow trail.
A fat black squirrel sat in a willow arch over us, and seemed to wonder why someone would be out on the trail in this snow. The sight of fluffy weed heads, and talk of yurts in Algonquin Park made us think of winter camping and fires in the woods.
Even with North America's busiest highway humming away about 60 feet away from us on one leg of the walk, it was easy to forget we were in a major city and easy to imagine being way up north somewhere... Away from computers and closer to some ice-fishing and campfires. We needed to clear at least a couple of piles of snow over 10 feet high, compliments of the parking lot snowplows.
With all of the dead standing firewood looming about, and spruce trees, a good shelter was just waiting to be assembled. The birch tree with crumbling, flaking bark was waiting to supply me with tinder for a fire.
Cheers,
Mungo
3 Bahs!:
That's awesome, and people looked at me strangely when I went out for a hike when just a lil rain and snow fell. Seriously though, the consistency of the snow we got in mississauga was really heavy and thick so you must've gotten a real workout trudging through it if it was similar.
Looks like it's time for some snowshoes.
We got a whole mess of the fluffy stuff but the ice and rain came just 24 hours later and hardened it all into a crunchy mess.
Great stuff.
B
Snow RULES. They just don't have enough of it in Africa. Had i been thinking smarter, i would have packed some up and shipped it to them.
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