While most of the continent seems to be cursing the polar vortex and staying inside, it’s been sunny and (relatively) warm around here, so this weekend Peter and I went in search of snow.
We found it.
A little off-roading, a little ditch-crossing, and a lot of mud-splattering but found snow.
We followed the tracks of some four-pawed beastie through the woods though we never met the creature.
We sank in snow past our ankles and, in some parts, heard ice crack below our feet.
Then we went home for hot chocolate.