Adventures all around today. While I went snowshoeing up around Sandon and Cody for about five hours, Simon took apart a bathroom wall, flooded the house with water, cleaned it up, did more plumbing, put it all back together again and managed to remain cheerful about it all.
As for me, I’m tired. Snowshoeing in old mining and forestry territory is not the sort of thing that gladdens my heart – there’s a loss of wilderness in these places that is not immediately obvious – not to the eye – only to the heart and spirit.
These sort of snowshoe trips are more about moving and working the body than about bliss and joy.
And it’s about the company – wonderful people.
The rest of the day? Chill as much as possible and retreat to bed early with a good book.