Mont Ste Anne. 22 for 22

Another cold one. Indeed just as cold as yesterday with the car reading -21. But the sun was out and the wind was not so it warmed a little each hour. 

Knowing the end of our visit is near I wanted to really take in the trails and talk to the trees and enjoy the forest shower. So I skied and I skied and I skied.  And Strava even gave me a little medal 😎

It was really hard to stop and take photos. Moving in the cold is one thing, but standing still 🥶

As I passed the dogs, they were singing in a chorus. It was a moving sound. A little mournful but also heartwarming. They howl over each other and each have their own "tune". 

The trails were quiet. Only one skier passed me in the hours I was out. Quiet and crunchy, freshly groomed and serene. Such a beautiful way to spend a morning. 

The creek was practically covered over with all the cold and the snow. I missed the chance to take a photo of the water sparkling in the sunshine. 

I love snow on trees. On all trees. I love when one full side of the trunk is covered (prevailing wind?) and the art of the branches with snow stacked high, balancing...

These little trees looked like they were playing in the clearing. I felt like they were having fun. 

And every time I ski by these trees I feel like the big bad wolf is going to "huff and puff and blow them all down" 

I just didn't want to come in today. But I did. Eventually. Exhausted. 

After some work and some rest we went for a lovely Italian meal with Nadia. The birthday celebrations have not stopped. Why would they!? 

Cheers!