龙年伊始,吾归隐于阿尔岗鲲.时值鼹鼠还洞续梦,天宫盛宴迎春,拜龙王为上手.行至酒酣唱和之时,龙王欣而摆尾,触及梨树冠盖.于是乎梨花伴仙女漫舞，冷香随微风飘散，悠悠然落于鲲之地.未及时,白皑尽复也.
吾见状,急驱车至叶湖,未有人耶.踏板执杖而行,但见梨花散乱,碎银满地,雪道依稀可辨.然则道虽道,非常道.雪藏之下,有坚冰薄脆,梨花深处有高垄低坑.行于此道,不免左右摇曳,更有前后跷蹊.倘若铿锵着地,安能保腚乎?
古人云,以攻为守,以进为退. 吾等乡野村夫,岂能安之若命呼?
弃辙而前行. 悠悠然, 板不中绳墨,杖不合规矩.偶着地留坑于后世, 亦不着道乎前人.即得归, 已行七,八有余.微微汗,虽非鲲鹏之志, 亦有篷篙之喜也.
回得伊田园,围炉而烹茶, 击键而码字,品龙年之野雪,不亦乐乎?
Category: Winter
Detour for Ski
今晨很冷，气温-21C。Leaf Lake 的雪场虽然开了，但状况一般。而箭头湖的状况号称是非常好。于是决定顺道去箭湖滑雪，然后回家。
It was -21c this morning. Leaf Lake finally has tracks set, but the condition was marked as Fair. Arrowhead claimed as Excellent. I decided skiing at Arrowhead and then going home.
我在11：00到达箭湖，那里有孩子的滑雪比赛。不过这并不妨碍一般滑雪者。我穿衣带帽，最后将滑雪鞋穿上，却找不到滑雪杖的手套。一定是我放在火炉边忘拿了。没办法，我必须回Algonquin去取。再将衣服鞋子换回来，很不情愿地开车离开了雪场。我还得给Tesla充电才能开回东门外的伊田园！
I was at Arrowhead around 11:00am. There was some youth skating ski competition going on, but it did not affect regular skiers. After I put my ski boots on, I couldn’t find my ski pole straps which were removed from my poles for drying. Oops, I had to back to Algonquin to get them! Reversed all preparations in the hut and drove out the park unwillingly. I had to charge my Tesla at Huntsville before I could back to Eden North(伊田园）at east of Algonquin.
既然已经开了那么远，再去一趟Home Depot 又何仿？当我将Home Depot买的东西放进车里时，突然发现滑雪杆的手套就在车里。嗨！我特意在离家前将它装到另一个袋子里的，我忘了这码事。
Since I already drove this far, I made a detour to Home depot in Huntsville before charging my battery. When I put my stuff from Home depot into the car, I found my pole straps in another bag. Oops again, I forgot that was put in the bag before I left Eden North.
但这不算坏事，我再开回到箭湖滑雪场，开始滑雪。那时已是1：00，气温-12C。雪况非常好。先滑了一圈Lumby，然后沿着箭湖继续滑。这时阳光从左后照过来，将我的影子投在右边的雪地上。影子平滑的移动着，似乎比旁边的老头滑的自在。我滑的很开心，任由思绪飞扬。突然，我发现影子到了左边！我不敢相信太阳跳到了右边！然后想起我已经沿着湖滑了一个U-型。看着影子在树林里躲闪，它似乎在笑话那个老头，他不是对自然了如指掌的吗？
But that’s good news. I drove back to Arrowhead and hit the ski trail. The snow condition was perfect, -12c at that time. I made a trip to Lumby trail then continued on Arrowhead Lake trail. The sun was shining from my left, and I could see my shadow on my right. It was not bad, the shadow moved smoothly, better than the old man beside it. I was delighted and my thought drifted away. Suddenly, I saw the shadow appeared to my left. What? the sun jumped that quick? I was surprised before I realized that I had made a U-turn around the lake. Looking at the shadow between trees on my left, it seemed hiding its laugh, and thought that the old man supposed to know the sun and the earth very well.
最后我沿着湖滑了两圈。今天一共滑了14公路，不过开车开了350公路，包括所有的无用功。Finally I made two loops around the lake without any incident. I totaled 14km classic ski today, plus 330km driving including all detours.
雪季，謝幕到初夏
雪季，從多城退洽。
高地，沒有了往日的喧哗。
硬木，露出了柔軟的泥巴。
劍湖，為幾厘米苦苦掙扎。
在葉湖，看雪道交叉，
地狼藉，佈滿冰雪殘渣。
向深處，我努力攀爬，
在前方，有無人的牽掛。
雪新新，無踐踏的坑洼，
路漫漫，難辨雪痕慢慢溜达。
滑你千遍，謝幕在無人的鄉下，
滑你千遍，謝幕到春去的初夏，
劃你千遍，司令的艦隊從這裡出發。
Bidding Farewell to Ski Season Until Beginning of Summer
Snow season, retreating from the hustle and bustle of many cities.
Highland, missing the noise of the peak season.
Hardwood, revealing soft mud in snow tracks.
Arrowhead, struggling with snow only a few centimeter of depth.
At Leaf Lake, I see the branching of snow paths,
The ground is a mess, covered in snow and ice residue.
I climb hard into the deep forest,
With no one’s concern ahead.
The snow is flash, without trampled pits,
The trail is long, hard to distinguish ski tracks,
I ski slowly, bidding farewell to the ski season.
Skiing a thousand times, bidding farewell in uninhabited countryside,
Sliding a thousand times, bidding farewell until spring retreats and early summer comes,
Sailing a thousand times, when the commander’s fleet sets off from here.
踏雪寻梅芳菲远，幽梦还乡春色近。
Skiing on snow to seek plum blossoms afar, a fragrant world hidden in wintry charm.
Dreaming spring colors on homeland so close, the season shown behind curtains.
野雪
三月飛花冬不去，日影支離無暖意。
滿樹銀裝勝梨花，蓋盡山嵐不春泥。
步履鏗鏘上坡難，樹影橫梗作天梯。
待到山巔極目時，且借勁風問春去。
March arrives with flying snowflakes, winter lingers on.
The sun’s rays scattered, lacking warmth.
Trees dressed in silver, surpassing pear blossoms,
Hills covered in white, no earth can be seen.
With resounding steps, I climb difficult slopes,
Holding on a ladder to the sky, formed with trees’ shadows.
At the mountain’s summit, I look far and wide,
And follow the fierce wind, where spring comes.
Backpacking in Winter Wonderland
After gang of four had the kickoff camping in the wildness of Ganaraska at temperature -28c, they decided have another winter camping to enhance bond of the group. They set up the date to be March 2nd and destination Algonquin Western Uplands.
When the date draw near, they started panning details. First, the weather, which could not be planned but, it could make or break the trip. It was forecasted for 10cm of snow with strong wind on March 2nd. That could create hazards on the road and they were hesitated to go if the weatherman was right. But the weatherman never take things seriously. It changed mind and only put 3cm snow and mild wind on that day, and left Sunday free of snow. So, the trip was a go as originally planned. Other things fellow through quickly as they were all seasoned outdoorers. Except one thing, Lao Ma lives in Mississauga and does not drive. How to get carpool place in the early morning is a problem. Wei figured it out that Ma could take subway to downtown and Wei pick him up from subway station. Problem solved! On Thursday, everything was decided and ready. Lao Ma sent out message saying “See you all tomorrow!” – but tomorrow was only Friday. He just couldn’t wait for another day.
Finally, on Saturday, March 2nd, everyone woke up early and greeted each other around 5:00am on WeChat. And greeted each other again at parking lot at 7:30am. The gang of four officially gathered together again!
They stopped once at West Gate for getting permission then, drove to trail head, 3 km from the gate. We put backpacks on, crossed a snow band 1 meter high, we were on trail. Few hundred meters from trailhead, there was folk which marked the ending of day hike and beginning of backpacking.
It was snowing, snow flares floating silently in the air, looking for a perfect landing spot. Well, everywhere was perfect. With snow base more than 75 cm, everywhere was white and untouched, except the trail. One inch off the trail one might step into waist-deep snow and hard to get out. The trail got less and less snowshoe prints as they went on. And too many mis foot into deep snow now, they decided put snowshoes on. That made the walking more stable.
They met one single person walked out from the trail but no body walked in. At the first lake (Guskewau Lake) of the trail, they snapped a few photos.
Wei wandered away, others gave her some privacy and had lunch near the stream. After lunch break, Wei did not come back, and I went looking for her. She was sitting on a bench at a campsite, enjoying the view and lunch. No wonder why she did not come back to the bush. On my way back to the rest of the group, I noticed that no footprint on main trail. All footprints went to the side trail that led to camping sites.
They went on to the side trail and realized that that’s the furthest they could go. Footprints ended soon after few campsites. The rules said, in winter, backpackers can’t camp on campsite. So they went further in deep snow searching for flat surface for setting camp. Finally, they settled location. With snowshoes and body weight as tool, they stepped back and forth to make snow platform for tents. Now tents were set, next thing to do was collecting dead wood for campfire.
Everyone went to different directions, searching for wood. It wasn’t easy to find dead standing trees. Some dead trees were too big to cut with portable saws. Some were buried in deep snow. Most standing trees looked lifeless, but they were not dead – in spring they would come to life gloriously. Finally, hey found enough dead trees but move then to campsite still difficult – they were hundreds meters away. Using rope to pull, or carrying on shoulder, they moved all log and cut them into manageable size.
It wasn’t easy to make a fire pit in deep snow either. Using snowshoe as shovel, I dug out loosen snow as deep as possible. Then they laid down layers of logs to separate ice and fire. With the help of fire starter, and a pile of dead trigs, fire was lit and burning happily, while ice was melting and crying.
They walked one hour and 40 minutes on trail but spent more than two hours preparing wood and another hour to make fire stabilized. Now they could make dinner on fire, and chat about plans in the future.
It was much warmer this time, they sit around the fire and watching the fire pit sunk down gradually. “It would be nice if we brought a pig to roast on the fire.” they thought. “Roasting a beauty leg is good enough.” I said, while Wei put her legs near the fire.
Before they went into tents, Lao Ma decided keep the fire burning all night. So they put all wood onto the fire including logs they sat on.
Next morning, I could see a little light behind the hill. I carried my camera gear and put on snowshoes wandering around the lake. The snow was deep, even with snowshoes, I could still sunk to keens. When sunlight hit the frozen ice and snow on the lake, ice was coated with a light golden hue. A few young pines lifted heads from deep snow, happly suck the warmth from the sunbeam. The scenery made me feel warmth and tranquility.
Back to the campsite, the fire was lit again. Giving the fact that the fire pit had sunk 80cm below icy snow surface, they just sit around the ice ring and dangling their legs into the fire pit.
Finally, it was the time to pack up and go home. They walked about an hour back to trailhead.
Shwan sighed, “we just walked out from winter wonderland.” Everyone realized that the second meet up of the gang of four was about to end, and how wonderful that they enjoyed outings in such prestiges natural beauty and peace. They made more photos at the trailhead as a token to remember this winter wonderland.
No ZUO No High (不作不开心）
There is a popular saying in Chinese Community – “No ZUO No Die” – meaning that you would not be miserable if you didn’t do stupid things. There is a similar saying in English – “Anything makes you exciting is either illegal or danger”
Illegal is the hardline we don’t across, but danger is something judged personally. I don’t think cross country ski is any kind of danger. It is a kind of struggle though especially in my capacity – I skied as slow as snail – that’s kind of ZUO (作）- perfectly depicted in the Chinese wording.
Well, we are a group of Chinese friends (Team Chinada) who play together many years. In last few years, we caught by a winter bug named cross country ski. Most of the team members managed the art very well and 4 of them moved to instructor level already. But for me, not dedicating to ski, I am still struggling on balance and diagonal strides.
Living in southern Ontario, we do not have much opportunity here for skiing, so during early and later seasons, our group goes to Quebec as a favoured place to catch the bug. One member wrote: “意念魁岭经年，肝胆皆冰雪” （”thinking of mountains in Quebec many years, ice and snow are deep in my heart and gut”). We were talking Loppet International Race in Gatineau Park (between Ontario and Quebec) since last summer. Booked cottages to accommodate the large group, trained every weekends with High Park Ski Club, and exchanged news about the event and other Loppet events around the world often.
But the weather kept changing, from mounting snow to heavy rain to the temperature rising way above 0. We couldn’t sure there were enough snow on the ground during the race event. Until the last week before the race, weather forecast provided good news, after some rain, there were heavy snow on the way.
Now, no more excuses, we had to register. The elites of our team registered 51km races, and back to back (classic one day and skate the next). For me 15km was the limit of my ZUO . There were 4 in our group registered 15km classic skiing race.
On the race day, February 16th, we all placed ourselves in Wave B, for letting fast skiers go first.
Here is a video from my GoPro. Loppet 15km Classic Race
The guy at the front of me seemed professional. At the horn, every one pushed hard to get a quick start, but he was relaxed and moving slowly not until his ski crossed chip line. Then he dashed away between a narrow gap of two skiers, and I could see him flying away into cloud of skiers.
A little girl on my right tried hard to double poling herself forward, such a nice young spirit and I wish her have a fun race that day.
I caught up with my friends now. Josie was ahead of me, Cheeling and TaoTao were on my right. The lady at their front moved slowly, and blocked their track. I asked Cheeling jump to my track but he did not want take the option. Every one had set to their own pace now, and just had to keep it until finish line.
The trail was all hilly up and up for the first 6km, some sections I had to use herringbone to walk up the hills.
Before I reached rest station, I saw Josie was on the other side of the trail, she already left the rest station. We cheered each other and kept going.
At the rest station, I drank one cup of warm water that volunteer handed over, and kept going. Now there was a long stretch of downhill, I expected moving fast and all the way to finish line. But the reality was different. The slop wasn’t steep enough and the speed wasn’t good. I have to double poll or diagonal stride most of the times during the downhill stretch. And I tried to hard that caused me fell once. No ZUO No Die, wasn’t it?
I thought the slop should be about 2km, but when I reached a mileage post, I found it only had a little more than one km. Still have 8km to go when my foot in sharp pain – nerve pain that was never cured for more than 10 years. I had to step out of the track and did some tow stretch with the boots on. Then back to the track again.
At 12km, I saw TaoTao rest at trail side. He got a cramp leg. Urge him do more hard stretch and I kept going.
One km left, but I felt sharp pain again. Knowing that I was unable to cross finish line with one leg not functioning, I stepped out track again. Then I saw TaoTao flying over, he conserved all his energy for the last 1km! Cheeling also came by smoothly, before my leg felt a bit better.
200m to go. I was told double poling to cross finish line for looking more professional. I did and, unfortunately, fell once more. Got up quickly, and did more double poling while I heard my name called in the announcement. I finished the race.
Greeted by friends and had photos with each other, my first international rase finished. I was happy – if ZUO can bring you happiness, why not?
In the evening, we all sharing stories and teasing each other. Joyce was not a fan of cross country. She needs more exciting activities like downhill skiing or mountain biking. She decided to go for 5km snowshoe running the next day. I announced to join her so that she would not feel lonely at start line. Although I am a regular runner, but never run with snowshoes on. It meant ZUO once more to me!
Next day, we put on snowshoes and tried running small loops to familiar running with bigfoot. Then we stood at start line. 10km racers ran first. A few minutes later, that’s our 5km started with a long horn below.
Again I had my GoPro on during the run. Loppet 5km Snowshoe Run Race
Joyce had an incident a few steps away from start line, one of her snowshoes was off. While she tried to put snowshoe back, I had ran into wood. The trail was much steeper and narrower than ski trails. Running with snowshoes on were daunting. A girl at front of me kept running, even on up hills. I could catch her up during flat or downhill sections but always lagged behind on uphills – I walking up to hills for saving energy.
I passed a few during the first half of the race and then passed by others during the second half. Near finish line now, I heard friends cheering “Paul! Run, run faster, be strong!” but I could barely maintain my pace to the finish line.
I did not expect that the 5km was so hard, I was totally exhausted. Joyce came back later and she told us that her snowshoes got off involuntary twice, and almost happened again near finish line.
Game was over now, we 15 people, including two support persons, participated 18 races and all finished. We ZUOed again and we ZUOed together that made us all happy. On the way back to Cottage, I announced my blog title, by reversing the saying “No ZUO No Die”, I wanted to say “No ZUO No High”.
Winter Camping at -28c
It was December, 2018 when the weather was too warm in Toronto, nearly half way to North Pole. So, we decided go for winter camping in January. People laughed, “Why you make decision so early, it is too warm this winter.” And no one wanted join, they prefer cold winter and skiing. Finally, we got gang of four committed to go and we put the plan aside since it was still too early.
We set to go on the weekend of January 19-20 to Queen Elizabeth II Wilderness.
Two weeks ago, we started planning. And the first thing we noticed was that it was going to be cold, -20c during day time and -30c at night. One team member asked me privately, should we stay at home and drink coffee instead. I replied, “we can drink coffee in tents,” added with a smiling face. So we were still going, and the full planing was made: maps, carpool, camping gear and food, emergency contact list, etc. Except we all didn’t have CAA member card – I was worried if a car could start.
The final forecast was -19c daytime and -28c at night, felt like -32c with wind effect.
We met at carpool parking lot and greeted each other. I assumed two of them be new but found that I had actually met one of “new” friends two years ago during Oak Ridge Marion Race. Lao Ma was a T2 member and competed with out T1 team (Team Chinada). Shawn was a handsome man, tall and strong. This would be his first winter camping – the bar was lifted high! Wei was a girl whom I knew quite well, and it was she initiated this trip. Now the gang of four officially formed, to some it might be just a gang of fools – winter camping in minus 30!
We arrived at Devils Lake parking lot. Surprised to everyone, the parking lot was almost full. And people were putting gears on sleds – they would pull gears on frozen lakes. Wei recognized them. They belonged to the same KWOC (Kitchener, Waterloo Outdoor Club.) We greeted each other and set to go in different ways.
Soon, we found ourselves off track. We supposed going west, but we were on a lake going south. We decided bend to the north-west trying to meet the trail somewhere. And we did, after some scramble in forest, we found the trail and continued going west. Then, we went off trail again and walked on another lake. People took easy route in winter by walking on lakes and portages, especially for those pulling sleds. We rested on one camp site and made out lunch break there. Then we continued.
We met the group from KWOC on Sheldon Lake, and decided follow them as they were well organized with Tim as experienced team leader. They left parking lot almost 30 minutes later but we made the detour to the south, wasted time and energy. We abandoned our plan going to Scrabble Lake, and followed them to the west. Now two teams walked together, one team pulling sleds and the other carrying backpacks. We exchanged outdoor experiences and shared tricks and tips on winter navigation.
During a rest, I saw a man in KWOC group sweated a lot. And I knew in cold wither, people say “keep dry or die”. Wei said they were experienced and should know what they were doing. No need to worry!
Finally, we decided stop at Victoria Lake while KWOC team continued to the west. We made about 8km today, including “detour” part.
After setting up tents, we went collecting dead wood. Using portable saws, we cut wood into logs and piled them up. Then Lao Ma, the T2 member, lit up fire. It was so good when fire finally bust into frames. We could warm up our frozen fingers on the fire and boil water for dinner.
After dinner, we stay close to the fire as long as possible for we knew, tents were cold. only a few steps away from fire, when I tried hang food bag onto rope, I couldn’t open and close a buckle of the dry bag – my frozen fingers couldn’t function normally. Finally we had to squeeze into tents and prepare endure the night. I was shivering in sleeping bags – yes I had two sleeping bags and two sleeping pads. But still, I could feel cold air sip into sleeping bags and my feet felt freezing. Finally, I put all my clothes on, and put booty on my feet. I felt a bit better, and blood started circulation.
Now my body was warm but with every single breath I felt freezing air cutting my lips and nose. Well, I could not cover them up, so let it be. Just wish there were no frost bite on my nose next morning. Listen to the outside, the wind blowing over the lake and forest, making announcement for the coldness. And since I could not sleep well, I had to get up and release pressure from bladder, that made my sleeping worse.
But we all survived. In the Sunday morning, we lit fire again, and made our breakfast on the fire. Then packed up and hiked back to parking lot. It was a short 6.8km hiking.
At parking lot, my car couldn’t start. Diesel Engine couldn’t help in cold winter. So we had to make a jump start from Shawn’s car. My battery was completely drained. With a jump cable on, I still could not start my car. We had to kept it on for about 10 minutes before I could finally start my car.
Before we break the gang of four, Lao Ma strongly suggested that we should have another one or two winter camping(s) this winter. He hadn’t felt cold enough! And we all agreed we would arrange another one before the winter is over. Thanks to Wei, Shawn and Lao Ma for making up this gang of “fools”, with such great spirit, and love of Canadian Winter!
I did not take any photo on this trip. Before we went in, I decided leave camera and tripod in my car and only carried a drone. After arrived, I found my phone had 1% battery left and I was unable to charge from juice pack – it was too cold. Thus, I could not fly drone either.
Wei and Shawn made a few photos and I borrowed from them and put in this post. Thanks to Wei and Shawn.
Canadian Rockies in Winter
Henry, Yongan and me spend our Christmas vacation at Canadian Rocky Mountains, where we experienced extreme cold winter we never had before. Here you can see my camera after morning shoot. It was frosted where I had breath onto.
Our mission was to photography the beauty of Canadian Winter, and the first stop was Abraham Lake, a.k.a bubble lake.
The lake had frozen solid due to cold winter in the west. But ground heat released gas when the ice was forming, the gas gathered underneath the ice and formed bubbles, then they were stuck in the ice until the ice melts late spring. But when the weather got colder, ice got deeper, and gas again, formed bubbles in different depth of the ice.
During magic hours, mountain in background added additional interest and information to the bubbles.
When the light was not at its best, Henry drove his Jeep to the lake side and took a photo of me gazing at the lake. Did I feel winter blue? Absolutely not. We just had fun.
Later, we snowshoed up to Parker Ridge and set up our base camp there.
After the sun down, I captured the last ray on the Columbia Icefield with Saskatchewan Glacier run down to the left.
It felt so cold. And yes, it was really cold!
I had already regretted when I found that I forgot my winter gloves when hiking up to the ridge. But I still had an inner layer of the gloves, so I should be able to survive at the ridge. Next day morning, way before civil light appeared at east, Henry and Yongan already busy taking photos of stars and the moon. But I couldn’t find my inner layer of the gloves. I spent about an hour searching and thinking where the gloves went without success. Finally, I put my spare socks on hands and walked out of the tent.
Starts were gone, light appeared at east. On north west side though, Mountain Wilcox still undisturbed.
Then everything changed when sun beams hit the Nigel Peak. The warm light at low angle drew long shadow along the gully.
And golden lights shining at peaks of Mt Andromeda, Mt Athabasca and Hilda Peak, while moon was still hanging in the sky.
Colombian Icefield snow dome wasn’t much less height than Mountain Athabasca, when it was lit, it looked much colder though.
Back to the trail head, the outside temperature showing in the car was -27 Celeste. Al though we did not know exactly what was the temperature at our base camp, we could imaging that was around -35c.
On the way going north to Jasper, one tier pressure dropped and forced us finding a garage to fix the tier. Before we could find the garage, the tier became completely flat, so we had to change tier on the road side. And luckily, the garage wasn’t far from where we were. We got into the garage just before it was closing its door.
Next few days were event-less, except the windshield hit by a stone and let a chip on the glass.
The last day of the trip, we heard there would be a northern light bust, but we had to be at Calgary Airport before 11:00pm. So we tried our best to visited Field in Yoho.
And waited at Lake Minnewanka. But the show was not as good as we expected, at least not until we left for catching returning flight.
Well, we were still happy that we survived at high mountains in Canadian Winter, and got a few satisfactory shoots.
Mountain Assiniboine
Our first destination of this trip was Mountain Assiniboine. We took helicopter flying from Mountain Shark. And settled our tents at Magog campsite. CEO (Chief Equipment Officer) and CCO (Chief Carry Officer) did not take helicopter, instead, they ran from Sunshine Village to the campsite, totally 27km.
Next morning, we went for hiking to Sunburst and three alpine lakes – Sunburst Lake, Cerulean Lake and Elizabeth Lake. On the trail, it started to snow. It was snow covered when we back to campsite. So we spent the afternoon at Mountain Assiniboine Lodge, drinking tee and having cake. Then back to our campsite making dinner,
The good thing of Magog campsite was that there was a roofed cooking shelter. Even it was snowing, we still could make our dinner in the shelter. 
The snow continued all night, we had to shake off snow accumulated over our tents during that night. Otherwise, all tents would collapse under the weight of snow. Next morning, we gathered at cooking shelter, when a ranger came. He said the weather reported 37cm snow in last 24 hours. And it was in September, even in this mountain area, this amount of snow was not seen in 100 years. The snow changed autumn to a winter wonderland. And here she is, Mountain Assiniboine hides her peak in clouds.
Ranger offered us stay in rangers’ cabin and suggested us flying out on Wednesday rather than hiking out as planed. We happily moved into the cabin. On the way to rangers’ cabin, this was the grand view of Mountain Assiniboine from Magog Lake.
The last day at Mountain Assiniboine, we were going to fly out with helicopter. The morning was chilly but clear. Finally, Mountain Assinboine revealed her majestic peak.
Snow was melting fast, along with creaks that formed leading lines to Mountain Assiniboine. I took another shot of the mountain.
Then helicopter lifted us to where we came.
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