Frozen lake lark
|View of birches from the frozen lake.|
It's that time of year when we get to ski and snowshoe on the lake in which we swim in the summer. It never ceases to impress me that Canadian seasons can make all this possible. So here we are, I'm on snowshoes and my husband on skis. I keep marvelling at the fact we are standing on the lake. He's heard this a few times before. But I'm not Canadian and I'll never get used to walking on water.
|Dogs and Brits love frozen lakes|
Snowshoeing with a friend's dog is always fun. Dogs are like Brits, they can't get over it, leaping up at you while you attempt a jog in your snowshoes. Just one little problem. When we arrived, our friends described the lake conditions as "soggy". Of all the words I could imagine, soggy is not the one I particularly wanted to hear. Soggy as in not frozen? But no, they laugh at my nervousness, it's still frozen underneath and just a bit melted on the top.
|Usually we canoe here. Today I walked it.|
|Moonlit frozen walk|
|The birdfeeder as art|
|Me snowshoes, him skis.|
|Excited Brit walks on water. Get over yourself.|