On Tuesday, January 9, a blast of Arctic air decended on Powell River. The temperature dropped from 6 degrees C to zero in just under an hour and was accompanied by 60 km/h winds.
We sat in our cabin watching the waves build on Powell Lake, giving the work boats a wild ride on their way home. One boat even snuck into the Hole for a short respite.
We went up Heather Main as far as we could drive and then donned our snowshoes.
A short hike brought us to a viewpoint overlooking Powell Lake with spectatular snowcapped mountains in the distance (Beartooth, Freda, Knuckleheads, Freda and Tin Hat).
We recently saw a Nova special about climbing Mt. Everest. We kidded John that he was our Sherpa and we were the pokey climbers who paid for the right to climb a majestic peak. While our exertion was nothing compared to climbing Everest, we could imagine their sense of accomplishment and joy at seeing a vista without compare.
If you would like more stories about winter adventures, read Up the Winter Trail available at www.PowellRiverBooks.com. -- Margy