"I'm on top of the world"........... well that's how it felt last Saturday morning.
We set of to go snowshoeing - had a slight lapse in communication (I know - shocking huh?!) and ended up hiking up the ridge on the most glorious of winter mornings. It was relatively quiet and the weather was perfect. One of those unexpectedly wonderful moments which is born out of a catalogue of misfires.
We were up and down in the space of an hour and fifteen minutes - on account of the fact we joined the lunatic fringe and jogged down the whole trail (honestly the trail just pulls you down - it's easier to run than walk). The lake resembled a lunar landscape with very low water and huge tree stumps exposed to the elements.
We felt energized and glad to have pushed through the obstacles to get there.
The aftermath wasn't so pretty - I walked like a cripple for 2 days - avoiding stairs and downhill slopes like the plague. Oh well - it's the price you pay for being at one with nature I suppose.