More snowshoeing!

Mark’s parents came up for a visit this weekend, and yesterday we took them into Gatineau for a snowshoe. Even though it was bitterly cold (even worse than before!) we did the Healey cabin out-and-back again, and it was nice to visit the forest again after just two weeks, and see the pine branches still laden with plump clumps of white, leaning and drooping together, creating archways over our path.

We warmed ourselves up for a little bit by the fire in the Healey cabin, but couldn’t linger because we knew the light wouldn’t last. And though the sun was falling behind the trees as we went back, the forest glowed luminously in it’s white blanket, treating us to a shifting veil of colour. Yellows and golds that transformed into pinks, and lilacs and turquoise that faded into deeper blue.

The air froze our breath shortly after it left our mouths, and coated our hair and eyelashes in a fine, icy frost, making us look youthful and wizened at the same time. We returned, exhausted (well, I was exhausted, I don’t think the others were), and were treated to Mark’s homemade linguine in a scrumptious pesto sauce.