A storm was coming. Would it be rain or snow? By morning, our neighborhood was pouring rain while in Ken's neck of the woods it was snowing. Hmmm, what to do? Snowshoe or ski? Or stay home entirely and let it pass? A flip of the three sided coin and... snowshoes! Decision made, we made our separate ways through the storm(s) to Gatineau's P15.
With some difficulty I arrived at the parking lot to find Kenmore patiently waiting. Then as luck would have it, I opened the back of the van to find not my new funky televator equipped snowshoes but my wife's less than awesome, but also red, snowshoes waiting to be put to the test. A minor setback as there was no stopping us know. And for the record, they proved to be more than adequate.
Upon arriving at Healey we were none surprised to find that we had the hut all to ourselves. Sweet. However, it then became our task to start up the woodstove so we could heat our tinfoil wrapped lunches and boil some water for hot beverages. I say "we" but I was in charge of tunes so that left Ken to man up to the task, and that he did. He also supplied a chilled beverage to pass the time while we waited for our lunch. Bonus points to Sherpa Kenmore.
Healey refused to release us from its lure. We must have spent 2 hours here relaxing and enjoying the shelter from the storm. At one point we counted 15 Blue Jays outside at the feeder. They offered a nice contrast of color to what was an extremely gray day.
On our way out the snow let up and we even had a glimpse or two of sunshine. A great finish, and btw, thank you Mother for the snow.
