Alternating between light rain and snow flurries at the bottom, by the time we got to the top it was winter wonderland time. We went as a little Christmas gift/Christmas experience for ourselves (because going up Grouse is expensive) and to try out our new snow shoes.
About half way through our hike, I had that winter feeling that I haven't had for oh so many years - that feeling you get when you have exerted yourself just enough that you're not hot, but you are just absolutely comfortable in the winter air. For those moments it's the perfect temperature and you could just flop down in the snow and lie there. You don't pine for tropical breezes or beaches because it's exactly right where you are.
It's that feeling that comes that lets you just stop and listen to the snow fall. It falls in little whispers, making little bristly noises as it melts against your jacket or settles on your eyelashes. It's warm enough, or you're warm enough, that you can stop and listen for the thud of clumps of snow falling from cedar branches twenty and thirty metres up. Or if you turn your head you hear the drip of water as the icicles send little drops down the rock face.
Yes, today was a perfect winter day.
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