- Location
- Back in the Peace Country
Well I managed to get out for a bit today. -25 C and a chill at -34 C.
I headed down to a favourite spot and set out.
I didn't have a whole lot of time, but I did enjoy it.
There was powder knee deep in some areas and the trees looked as though they were wearing white fluffy coats. The air was cold and brisk and my eyelids soon started to ice...
Ahhh the fresh air.
I setteld into a nook and began wailing on my jackrabbit distress...
It echoed and echoed, tearing apart the otherwise dead, cold, silent winter wonderland.
I strapped the pack on again and slung my rifle for another bit of a hike.
This time I pushed it...I walked fast, with big strides, rifle and pack were like feathers on my shoulders as I began to feel warm and sweat formed on my brow. It was good for the heart.
I made my way back to the truck, snapping pictures now and then.
I unloaded the rifle and put it and my pack in the truck.
I was now quite warm. Caught up in the bliss of a great time in the wonderful outdoors and the euphoric sensory overload of enjoying what feeds the outdoorsmen's soul, I opted to strip off my jacket, my sweater, my shirt, and give the cold Alberta winter 30 seconds of defiance, 30 seconds of embrace, 30 seconds of the hardest nipples this side of #### valley.
I quickly dressed up again, gave a shout yee haw and was on my way.
Now I didn't get anything, but I assure you, it was a productive day.
I headed down to a favourite spot and set out.
I didn't have a whole lot of time, but I did enjoy it.
There was powder knee deep in some areas and the trees looked as though they were wearing white fluffy coats. The air was cold and brisk and my eyelids soon started to ice...
Ahhh the fresh air.
I setteld into a nook and began wailing on my jackrabbit distress...
It echoed and echoed, tearing apart the otherwise dead, cold, silent winter wonderland.
I strapped the pack on again and slung my rifle for another bit of a hike.
This time I pushed it...I walked fast, with big strides, rifle and pack were like feathers on my shoulders as I began to feel warm and sweat formed on my brow. It was good for the heart.
I made my way back to the truck, snapping pictures now and then.
I unloaded the rifle and put it and my pack in the truck.
I was now quite warm. Caught up in the bliss of a great time in the wonderful outdoors and the euphoric sensory overload of enjoying what feeds the outdoorsmen's soul, I opted to strip off my jacket, my sweater, my shirt, and give the cold Alberta winter 30 seconds of defiance, 30 seconds of embrace, 30 seconds of the hardest nipples this side of #### valley.
I quickly dressed up again, gave a shout yee haw and was on my way.
Now I didn't get anything, but I assure you, it was a productive day.
