Fun in the snow

Life at the cabin has been good. Lots of relaxing with a drink and a book in front of the fire. The weather hasn't been too bad, and with the proper bundling techniques, I've been able to enjoy a decent chunk of time outdoors. With several caesars warming my belly and rosing my cheeks, I decided a nighttime stroll would lovely. First an extra sweater, then an extra pair of thick socks, followed by ski pants that were far too big, tuque, scarf, down coat, giant boots, and finally mittens. Ready! I looked like the Michelin man, but I would be toasty. I waddled out into the snow. We had a lovely walk onto the frozen lake, and eventually laid down to look at the stars. It was so peaceful, and I didn't feel the least bit cold. However, a loud, vibrating crack thundered beneath us and interrupted my dreamy stargazing. I've heard the lake moving and cracking before, but never so close and with me on top of it! Perfectly normal and safe, but a bit disconcerting nonetheless. So we wandered back.

 

The other day I piled the layers on again to look at the sunset. It was breathtaking. I just sat on the ice, staring past the trees on the other side, watching the streaks of pinks, oranges and blues fire up the sky as the lake cracked and rumbled around me. Yesterday Theran and I took the skidoo for a spin. Those things always make me a bit nervous, and passing an area with "caution! Thin ice!" signs all around, and open water peeking through didn't do a lot to ease my worries. But everything was fine, and Theran even let me drive for a while. Wheee!

 

All in all, I'm having a very pleasant time. Now, back to the fire and my book :)