It's time I remembered ALWAYS to carry a camera. Never know when nature is going to offer a unique gift. Clive and I had a great x country ski at Shark mountain yesterday. It felt like we weren't the only ones enjoying the Chinook. Out at Watridge Lake whiskey jacks dived for our breadcrumbs. In the forest a woodpecker drummed on an silvery grey logdgepole. I couldn't stop gazing at the sun dappled snow plastered mountains as I inhaled lungfuls of warm Chinook air and my heavy thoughts blew away all the way to Saskatchewan. Funny how a few days of bitter minus 33 weather can cause severe cabin fever and constant thoughts of escape to warmer climates. My acutal ability to survive the deep freeze, to keep my fingers and toes from freezing, hoping the car will start, and not to mention the thick layers of ice on the inside of the windows all dominant over any thougths of climate change.
On our return to the car park a mama moose and her baby were totally absorbed in their task of licking the salt off the cars and gobbling the chunks of dirty snow that had fallen off the running boards of the vehicles. I had time to ogle at their thick brown fur, long legs and rectangular noses. So focused on their task I don't think they noticed us.