I don’t think there’s the slightest doubt in my mind that we’re going to have a white Christmas.
That said, I have a lot to do before the day arrives. Today we drove into town in the snowfall on roads that required having the truck in four-wheel-drive mode to buy everything I needed for baking. It was a reasonably substantial list. I will get started later this week.
So that was the big afternoon adventure. This morning, I put on my winter boots and jackets (plural) and, with dogs in tow, decided to head up as high as I could on the property, possibly to find a way to the top and beyond.
I didn’t have much luck. First, my Sorells didn’t really do the job. It was very slippery and the slope is so steep that it requires not just assiduous bushwhacking, but also scrambling on many sections. All of this, of course, means sliding down on your bum when it’s time to turn around.
So up we went, me tying flagging tape on the route as we went. Lots of deadfall, and lots of VERY steep sections – for those who have done Arrowsmith – yes, steeper than that. And, did I mention slippery? VERY.
We went on until we got into bush so dense that getting through without an axe was out of the question. So we turned back – this is where the bum sliding comes in.
One of two conclusions: I don’t attempt going up that way again (preferable) or I wait until the snow is really deep and then go again when I can cut steps in the snow.
I have come to the conclusion that the only way I am going to survive this weather is the same way I did when it snowed on the island – which, I admit, was rare. But when it did, I just got out and walked and loved it because it was so pretty. I didn’t drive nor do I intend to drive in this – if what we drove on today is what a plowed road looks like in the Kootenays, I am not driving. Even in four-wheel with studded tires, Simon mentioned it was icy on the downhill grades.
So – I need to get out every day, one way or another. I suspect it will be Red Mountain Road, which kind of sucks. It’s a bit like walking the city streets in Toronto. But it’s way better than nothing. And I will certainly take Simon up on his offer to drive me to hiking – so the Galena Trail as well. As for up, I’ll have to see what KMC posts for snowshoeing – so far, nothing since the one we did three weeks ago. I don’t at this point know the area well enough to know where to go. And then I’ll have to figure out how to get to the meeting spot/trailhead. But I’m not too worried about that – I’ll just say yes and consider logistics later.
I’m going to be here all winter and I have to figure out a way to make it work. Staying indoors is not an option. I already desperately miss my all-day hikes. So – right now – just figuring it out.
More importantly, trying to figure out a way for Simon and I to both be happy. I moved here for his sake. He’s ready to go back for mine. In my mind, that’s unworkable. There has to be something, somewhere, somehow that will make us both excited and happy. Not just, yeah, I can make this work and find good stuff to do and be happy.
No – I don’t want to settle for anything less than a giant YAY and WHOOPEE! from both of us. I know that’s asking a lot, but I think it’s important. Life is short (a cliché but nevertheless true) and no one should have to compromise on the things that make their hearts sing. Our hearts sang last summer hiking in the Rockies. My heart sings in the Swiss Alps, Strathcona or any alpine really. Simon’s heart sings when he plays his music. Mountains, music. land, countryside, cozy home, community, nature – what I want is for us to have it all.