At the edge of the Aylmer Sector of Gatineau lies a priceless gem of nature: 700 acres of undeveloped forest. While developers would dearly love to get their hands on this tract of land, a group of citizens has formed that is determined to protect the area — and with good reason. Home to more than 400 plant and animal species, the Boucher Forest is a last bastion of wildlife, an incredible educational opportunity, and an unparalleled place for communing with nature on the city’s very doorstep.
And like most forests, it’s filled with a special kind of magic for those who are willing to look a little deeper into the trees…
We already have enough (more than enough!) snow on the ground here for some decent snowshoeing and I am thrilled. As a bonus, this is the earliest I’ve ever been able to get out on the trails and it looks as though the white stuff is here to stay for a goodly length of time.
I’ve actually been out a couple of times since my last post, but the weather has been a little on the chilly side (read: too cold to take off my mittens long enough to snap a photo). Today was positively balmy by comparison, with the temperature hovering just below the freezing mark. It was perfect for getting out for more than an hour, and for these. 🙂
If you follow me on either Twitter or Facebook, you’ll know that we’ve had a very white Christmas this year. Two major winter storms have passed through within a week, and someone I met along the trail today says that a third is on its way. A lot of folks in the area are crying “uncle!” and claiming that we have more than enough of the white stuff…I, on the other hand, am having a total blast with it.
Yes, it’s true, I did whine about the onset of winter, but the truth is that once it settled in (and I got used to the idea!), I remembered how much I love it. Especially days like today. Clear skies, a good eight inches of fresh powder, brilliant sunshine, cold but not disgustingly so, and my first time out this year on snowshoes.
It was glorious.
After two days of freezing rain and just plain crappy weather, Charlie and I managed to get down to the river again at last. The weather still wasn’t great (an insulated duck suit would have been the ideal attire), but there was no holding this boy back any longer…at least, not if I wanted my sanity to survive. 😉
Even in the short time that we’d been cooped up in the house, the landscape had changed dramatically. More of the river’s edge was frozen, and the snow had rendered the ice opaque. More trails had come into view with the fresh snow as well, and we meandered into corners of the woods we’ve never before explored. At one point, we found ourselves following in the footsteps of other intrepid souls — a man, judging by the size of the boot print, and his dog. Their trail led to the edge of the marsh we’d visited last week, but on the opposite side. There were no returning tracks, so we gathered our courage (okay, I did…Charlie just thought the entire adventure was grand!) and struck out across the frozen beaver dam.
The mostly frozen beaver dam.
Despite a couple of close calls with open water — and the discovery that my new winter boots aren’t entirely waterproof above the four-inch mark 😉 — we managed to traverse the entire pond by way of a remarkably sturdy work of animal engineering, emerging at the very vantage point from which I’d viewed things before. Pretty awesome.
And, as always, I found lots of photo opportunities. 🙂
Well, it had to happen sooner or later, I suppose. As November draws to an end and Christmas bears down on us with increasing speed (is it just me, or does it arrive sooner every year?), winter — true winter — was inevitable. Whether or not this snowfall stays with us remains to be seen, but it certainly doesn’t seem to be in a rush to disappear.
Despite my whining and complaining about the cold and snow, I do still go for my walks with Charlie. Last year I was out in -35 Celsius weather with him, and given the alternative of having 127 lbs of energy cooped up in the house for days or weeks on end, I’m sure that I will be this year, too. It’s nice to start out a little milder than that, though…and with a windchill of only -11 C yesterday, a walk along the river was good practice — and a chance to break in my new winter boots!