Mike, being from Northern Ontario, is a huge winter fan. He dreams of blizzards all year long, and squeals with excitement when the weather starts to cool. Even the slightest sign of snow fall sets him off, and gets him obsessing about taking his once hibernating skidoo out for the first rip of the season. A typical night in the Sousa household is one where I nod off to the powerful sound of a sled’s braap in a youtube video.
Unfortunately for my sweet snow obsessed husband, this winter, even in the Great White North, was unlike any other. We drove up with little to no signs of fresh powder, leaving poor Mike with a sad realization that his beloved sled wouldn’t even get a chance to leave the trailer we towed 1000 kms from Ottawa. To make matters worse, Ottawa got hit with a whopping 30 cms of snow a few days after we left, and Hearst was still sporting icy trails with grass poking through. My parents, god love them, took this as an opportunity to torment their son-in-law by calling him Wrong Direction… Although my dad has no clue who One Direction is he couldn’t help but chuckle over his son-in-law’s misfortune and my mom’s goofy sense of humour.
Although the sledding conditions were subpar, the trails were just packed enough to enjoy a nice brisk snowshoe! I’ve been able to set out twice so far, and it has been fantastic. Both days were chilly, but not not too cold, and the trails were just snow covered enough to set the perfect, scenic walk in the woods.
Looking forward to another snowy adventure back home soon!
Bye for now!