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  • I remember this day as really special. The light wind would often sprinkle fresh powder snow from the branches, falling all around in the sunlight, like rainbow confetti in an up-turned snow globe. The forest was so silent that I actually felt guilty tromping through it in my big ungainly snowshoes. Disturbing the peace.

    Others before me had kept the trail from filling in, towing sleds into the back-country camping sites. I envied them their adventures, being here just for a day trip as I was. After the social hubbub of the ski-club bus I stowed away on to get here, it was some much-needed solitude. A time for insight and reflection. Breathing crisp, clean air, hearing my heart pump in my chest, just being there.

    These are the best of days. In the wilderness alone, yet feeling connected to the life around you.

    Glimpsing Gaia.
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