... crunch, crunch, crunch was the sound of my footsteps on the snow covered Speed River Trail, off Niska Road late Sunday afternoon. I wanted to get a hike in with Lynn and Murphy before the temperature dropped too low.
The late afternoon sun was low in the sky. We had just entered the forest and I was captivated by the shafts of light and shadow penetrating around us, streaming through the gaps between trunk and limb of the cedars. Within the first 100 or so meters I had already paused multiple times, shooting back into the sun again ....
DJE
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