The beauty of the day was that it was truly a whiteout. There was so much snow blowing around that I couldn’t see, but I continued forward. I paused briefly at the first lake to share my snack with a solitary jay and then kept on until I hit the second lake, which looked more like a white circle in the midst of trees. After passing a small waterfall along the road and pushing myself around one last corner – just in case there was something inspiring to see – I glanced at the time and forced myself to turn around.
After reaching the hill above Narada Falls that I had so tediously climbed hours earlier, I shucked off my gear and sat at the top, contemplating the earlier climb. Then I set my pack in my lap and gleefully glissaded down.
The only sign of life I saw that day? Mr.Fox.