The long road home

My first stop in Canada is Edmonton where I get to spend some time with my child and my grandchild, my child is camera shy but her little man is not....

Grandma...look at all my teeth I got while you were gone and thank-you for the t-shirt from Arizona .... my grandma shops at airports instead of Wal-mart 

 Then there was a long long drive home.....8 hours of it.

it even snowed on us.....this is how it looks all the way...not very scenic, rather boring

....still on the road

...still on the road

pumpjacks in the sunset.....are we there yet?

after a lovely sleep in my bed, I woke up to see this...more snow than I have ever ever had in my front yard...and the backyard....ever

the roof on my greenhouse collapsed 

Spend 31/2 hours chipping and digging my car out of the snow

had to go to the shop on my snow shoes to get a battery charger and extension cord

by now I was super annoyed at all the snow but once on my snow shoes......all was well, there is something so surreal about going where no one has gone....untouched snow so pure, clean and white....almost like holy ground. It's such a thrill for me....almost like a high

ah  yeah...back to my car to finish the job, it must have snowed sideways here all winter, it was packed underneath and around my wheel wells. Once I got it out I had to take it to the car dealership and they took all the tired off and washed the ice out and re balanced them....a bit of a pain in the behind it was.

she was packed right in.....next year I will back her in making it easier to get out

Stay tuned for some snow shoe adventures, clearly we won't be getting on the golf course anytime soon....should have stayed on the back of that Harley in Phoenix a bit longer.

Not a walk on the beach and not your normal shoes

When at first I come home to this..

it can be a little depressing. It doesn't seem to matter when I come home, there is always one last snow storm reserved for me....or 2.

That may all seem depressing, and it is a bit but then, I get on my snow shoes and that is when I know I will be ok here in the great white north once again.

There is a certain thrill about being out in the blinding bright white light, and it is bright, shiny and sparkly, crisp and clean, and knowing that you are walking somewhere where no one has dared to go on foot, sharing the space with only the wild bush animals ...no people.

I over heard these geese saying that next year they are going to book a later flight home

I love the familiar feeling when I strap my boots into my shoes, the perfect fit, snug but soft, the leather strapping stretched to perfection like a favorite pair of shoes....only I don't have a favorite pair of shoes, I hate all shoes....I have shoe issues, but my snow shoes are perfect, and are always in the trunk of my car ready for an in prompt adventure. These are not your normal shoes and this is not like a walk on the beach......but it is thrilling.

A tiny little hint of spring