But first: yes Brain, i want to blog about my outings again. I ceased to do that when i started to write for a certain paper. Because i never kneSo i had to w what makes a story for the paper and what not. and...
This weekend, i was enjoying the wild, totally
Saturday, i climbed up a mountain, following a skidoo trail. Till i came to the bare mountain side. From there it was pure glory, of polished patches of snow turned into ice, and exposed gravel. A down sloped icy wind blowing in my face. Finding a hot sunny spot behind some krummholz ( tiny spruce trees growing above the treeline) to sunbath.
(another story is how i missed the skidoo trail, and ended up two hours trying to swim in snow, till i found it again)
Sunday i took the snowshoes, to avoid swimming in snow. And i went with a friend from who i learned about Kame Terraces. This one on a mountain i can see from my roof, and the formation looks like writing on the mountain side.
We also talked crevices and crevasses. that's another story
We did find the old trail we were looking for, not knowing yet where it starts and where it ends, and who uses it, and who made it?