First snowshoe outing

We are determined to take advantage of winter this year while we are in the North! Having a national park right in our backyard makes it easy, and not having to conform to a week/weekend schedule makes it even more enjoyable! 

Snowshoeing in nice fresh snow in the biting cold (well, after living for 5 years in the Yukon, I have a hard time saying that -16 is biting cold, but my cheeks tought so yesterday!) is so much fun!

Reaching the shelter with a woodstove. The same shelter I snowshooed to with my dad when I was barely older than the girls...

 I remember playing on the beds just like they do now... and smiling with excitement when my dad produced a piece of chocolate (or chocolated covered cookies in this case) out of his backpack!

 And warm homemade strawberry sauce...

As we walked, I told the girls how my dad got a frostbite on his nose right here when we were snowshooing on the lake at -40 with the wind chill and how we stayed in that same shelter until he got a bit better...

 I am so thankful for cold red cheeks, snow that makes my world much more luminous and for this very patient and loving man in my life...

  And for the 3 o'clock light these days...