Hiking into winter

This journey from Girdwood to Vancouver has presented the opportunity to spend time viewing a small segment of life in Canada. In the far north people are generally friendly, the remoteness I assume or perhaps the short warm summer. I love the north and could easily move into a small town anywhere in the BC Rockies. I also loved waking up in Kluane Provincial Park and witnessing my old friend snow on the peaks after yet another wicked rainstorm, but it wasn't until hiking the summit of Whistler that winter came back in all its beauty. The wind sculpted surfaces of these snow walls were at once soft and fluid, resembling waves on water. Pulled up the hood and stuck hands in my pockets. It feels good to be cold again.