We drove as far as we could and then strapped on our skis, headed for Smudge Creek deep in Queen Elizabeth II Wildlands Provincial Park. The air was cold and still, and the sky was a deep, rich blue.
After following the trail through forest, we crossed Head River and that’s where we had to take off our skis and start climbing over bedrock and sliding across scattered pieces of ice. Fresh powder covered the rock and clung to the trees. Clouds began to cover the southern sky. We regrouped on the river with the Smudge Creek stretching out to the north.
We stomped on our skis and continued on.
Basking in apricity
Getting some fresh air among the pines
Sleeping under the Milky Way
Watching sparks drift into the summer night
Listening to coyotes calling in the western forest
Regrouping at the merging of Smudge Creek and Head River
Pulling as close as we dared to the dancing flame
Circled around a fire underneath swaying cedars
Chasing away the cold of winter