I continue to share winter memories. These photos are from the Moose Loop snowshoe trail near Jasper, Alberta. It was a quiet afternoon with pristine snow. The trail was well travelled but you can see from the photo of me by the large rock what happens when you stray off trail. I sunk to my thighs even with the snowshoes! We chose to hike the trail counter clockwise and were rewarded with the final couple of kilometers being along a lake with stunning mountain views. The scenery reminded me of Robert Frost’s poem, Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening (1923). Here is the final stanza of that poem:
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
With spring reluctant to arrive we decided to enjoy abundant snow at Fernie, BC. A cornice on the mountaintop behind me looked very much like a huge, dollop of whipped cream or a gigantic white chocolate Hershey kiss 🙂
Snow conditions were great for skiing. What a fun way to spend time with friends!
The canyon, which is pronounced ‘Mal-een’, is unusual in many ways. It is explained to be a classic gorge cut by a waterfall but that waterfall only runs from May to December. Mid-fall through late spring you will see weird and wonderful things like sections of running water and dry river bed, water flowing upstream and waterfalls that are swallowed by the earth. We visited the canyon earlier this month. It is beautiful any time of year.
I have been enjoying taking photos each day as I move throughout my day. Recently I visited Vancouver Island and so you will be seeing some beach photos. This photo I took looking at the water directly below me. I was searching tide pools for anemones; maybe it’s the wrong time of year…
I was surprised when I looked at the photo to see that it looked more like a picture you might see that was taken from an airplane not one of the water.
looking for sea life
finds earth’s mirror
We paddled 175km over nine days in northern Saskatchewan, sharing food, laughter, mosquitoes, and tons of fun with friends to inspire the following poem 🙂
I wait on a beach in Northern Saskatchewan
for aurora borealis to arrive.
My friends, modern nomads, tuck in
to yellow, blue, orange and green domes.
Sandstone hills and evergreen trees rise
above marshy grass.
Beneath a still surface
river current slides north toward Arctic,
mirror images of its shoreline
reaching for heaven.
Night hawks shoot skyward
wings bugling a haunting tune.
mosquitoes attack my ears
the world settles into a bedtime routine.
I think about waking up the others
with bear bangers on the beach.