My boss sent me out on a mission to take a picture last week, which involved a short jaunt down one of the snowmobile trails here. I took Matt out with me because a) I really didn’t want to get hit by a snowmobile on my own and b) I knew if I said ‘walk’ and ‘outside’ in the same sentence he’d want to come along anyway.
The picture I was after was an easy one and didn’t take too long, so we had time to have a bit of fun!
I did climb up on top of the bank but then I had vertigo so I scooted my way down.
Matt is far braver than I am. Also, he does have hands somewhere in those sleeves. But lest you think this is a normal snowbank… it isn’t. It’s where all of the snow from town gets pushed to and piled up, during the entire season, creating this giant ring of snow around an otherwise empty lot.
We’re all about furry hats and hoods around here. It was only -21C or so; not too chilly, but cold enough that I was wearing leggings under my sweats and a baselayer shirt.
Not so cold that Matt didn’t jump into the snow, though.
… which he regretted when he realized it was really deep, powdery snow, the kind that is difficult to get out of without sinking in further. Sucker.
I will let this one speak for itself in light of said jumping in snow problem.
It’s winter in Northwestern Ontario… what else are we gonna do to entertain ourselves?!