While we were hunting wild Christmas trees, we went wandering into the woods and happened upon an abandoned sled half buried in the snow.

So of course we had to test it.



I can thoroughly recommend sled testing, it’s good fun.
While we were hunting wild Christmas trees, we went wandering into the woods and happened upon an abandoned sled half buried in the snow.

So of course we had to test it.



I can thoroughly recommend sled testing, it’s good fun.






And so we did our bit to contribute to halting the spread of the deadly green menace.
A day out at the Crowfoot Glacier Glades. We hit the slopes early and got to ski a lot of un-tracked chutes, hoorah!

The snow kept falling all day, and the powder was lovely to ski (even if it was heavier than usual for the Icefields Parkway).

And so we skied down, and skinned up, and skied down, and skinned up. The way these things go.




A short wander up Mount Lady Mac, as neither of us had much time, or a desire to stray too far from home. The start of our hike was slowed to toddler pace. Not just toddler pace, but the pace of a toddler having trouble hiking up a steep snowy path.

Eventually he gave up, and started to get sleepy, so he was transferred to my back and we started to slog uphill. There was more and more snow, and eventually the pre-packed trail diverged from the summer trail, and we gained another hiker who was happy to hike along with us in an attempt to follow the summer trail.

We managed to get to the ridge, but then the huge drifts of snow were too much for us. The crazy wind blowing along the ridge line were downright unpleasant too. And the Moosling woke up and was very unhappy. And we had run out of time to make it to the summit and back down again anyway. So we took some photos and high-tailed it back down the mountain again.

Just a taster of a few shots of biking in the snow in November – all on the Highline.

Since these photos were taken, it’s snowed enough that it has been a bit tricky to ride up the Highline, although the G8 and other trails around town are nicely packed for biking or running.

Nothing quite beats the Highline for the sensation of imminent collapse on the way up, and mind-exploding joy on the descent though. And the views along the traverse in the middle aren’t bad either (I am wondering if I can justify buying a proper compact camera for taking out biking and running, so I’ve got something nicer than phone photos).
