Waiting on Winter
the already flourishing Northland seems teeming as wildlife begins to become more and more active. The deer rut begins to set it, the bears are rushing to scavenge as much as they can to build up as much of their fat stores as possible before winter sets in. With all that going on, the mosquito population finally dwindling down and the leaves changing colors makes for an exceedingly enjoyable viewing experience. But when the snows finally come and the winds of winter begin to blow is when I am at my happiest. When the first snow comes I am overwhelmed by the temptation to stuff all my gear in my pack and test the limits of myself.
Days when clouds roll in early in the morning and darken the skies above and there is no wind, it makes it so you can hear anything and everything when in all reality there is nothing to hear at all. It's days like that when I grab my snowshoes and just go. I'll walk until around four in the afternoon when the sun, just as it begins to set, breaks through the clouds and awakens all the sounds of the forest. Around this time is when I turn towards home, thinking as I walk that when I get there, I'll throw a few logs on the fire, fix myself a bowl of stew and settle in for the night, just to do it all again the next day.