The pines, hemlocks, rhododendrons, and even the birches were beautiful in their snowy garb.
We hiked a while, then built a campfire to roast hot dogs and marshmallows. The picnic was a good time.
This recent outing reminded me of "memorable" times I've had on a few other winter outings (some purposeful, some not) that weren't "picnics". For instance, on the day I took this picture of a thermometer reading -44 F...
Forty-four degrees below zero is nasty cold and you can't just sit in your vehicle until help comes....not that far in the bush. We built a snow shelter. We cut firewood. We made a campfire. We melted snow and made Labrador Tea. We sat around the campfire drinking that tea. But we didn't have to use the snow shelter because someone actually came along and helped us with our vehicle. I don't have a picture of the snow shelter we built, but here is a picture of the "road"....with nothing but frozen lakes and trees for miles and miles.
Here's a photo (from that camping trip in northwestern Ontario) of the snowshoe trail as we are heading out across the frozen, wind-swept lake. It's easy to see in this photo, that it was cold and the temperatures were well below zero.
This is one of my favorite pictures of that winter camping trip in the Northwoods. Maybe because that's me on the left. Maybe because of the sense of adventure brought to mind by those snowshoes, mittened hands, parkas, frozen lakes, and thick, snow covered bush country.
I still have those snowshoes. I get to use them occasionally.
Now I can sit by the campfire and say, "When I was young, the snow was deep..."
Yes, our evening winter picnic was tame, but it was very pleasant, and memorable, none-the-less.