I got out for at least a short tromp on every full day that we were there, sometimes taking my camera along and sometimes not. It's a strange thing, but at the cottage, I will go out when it's windy, snowy or just plain frigid. Even at 35 below zero, once I was in the woods and exerting myself, I soon became a sweaty, old AC. On our last day, however, the wind was brutal, and for some reason we headed across the open field rather than into the sheltered bush. needless to say, we soon turned back.
All in all, I was pleased to be able to get back to this activity.
|Come on, Sue. I'm ready to go.|
|I'm waiting for you, old lady.|
|Alright then, I'm done waiting,|
|Part of the trail along the old logging road. I was on my own this day.|
|I like this blurry photo of Sue's snowshoes in action.|
|Down the hill past the barn we go.|
|And onto the logging road one last time.|
|I stopped to take this photo of the two barns in the background through snowy branches on the trail.|