This is what happens when I have six hours in the alpine, snowshoeing in a beautiful world – bluebird skies, distant (and closer) mountains – and a wonderful group of people.
Most of the day, I stayed in back of the pack taking photos and being relatively alone with my thoughts – and not-thoughts because in the rhythm of the uphill climb, I can stop thinking.
I had a wonderful day.
It was so warm.
And best of all? By the time I got around to eating my end-of-hike chocolate, I had driven just past the coop in Slocan Park and it was the perfect texture and temperature.