Most of the time, we end up just doing things for the sake of fun.
But every so often in that quest for a good time, we forget to pack the essentials. Like yesterday, when we left our snowshoes in the car and hiked to the top of a mountain only to find waist deep snow.
Our boots were filled with the white stuff and our progress along the ridge was slow.
But since we couldn't stop smiling, we're calling it a success.
It's not like anywhere is particularly busy in the Yukon, but I love how just a few miles out of town everything becomes so silent that the only things you can actually hear are the trees trunks creaking and needles rustling in the wind.