I'd
forgotten the utter silence of the woods in winter. They are devoid
of the usual twittering of birds, mammalian rustles, wind moving
leaves.
Nothing
moves in the woods in winter. Not right here, right now, anyway.
Here on the Lake of Two Rivers trail, in the middle of a sunny
February afternoon, everything lies sleeping under 40 inches of snow.
The snowshoe trek is exhausting, so I stop periodically to listen.
Absolutely nothing. A soothing, trance-like sort of nothing.
*****
I
love Ontario. Even though I have been to the expanse of the
Serengeti, the remoteness of Iceland, the impressive fjords of New
Zealand, the white sand beaches of Fiji, the rich historical streets
of Europe, there is nothing quite like this wild province we call
home. It was with this in mind that Jen and I booked our most recent
trip - a four day getaway about four hours north-east of Toronto
(Renfrew County, near Pembroke). As the date of the trip approached,
we watched the weather forecast with increasing concern. A massive
snowstorm was approaching, and it seemed like it would hit the
hardest on Tuesday morning, the day we had planned to leave.
After
some quick readjustments and a last-minute search on AirBnB, we
decided to leave on Monday night instead, and drive up to Bancroft
late after work in order to get ahead of the storm. We had reached
out to Aileen of Suite in the Bush, who kindly accommodated us at the
last minute, including setting things up so we could check ourselves
in around midnight, as it was the earliest we could get there after
work.
Night
driving long distances is something that I find soothing - makes me
nostalgic for the days when I used to drive to Ottawa every Friday
night for choir rehearsal. Once we got out of the city, there was
hardly anyone else on the roads, and when there was, I'd calmly let
them pass us. We were in bright spirits, happy to be heading on a
mini-vacation after almost a year since our last one. We arrived at
Suite in the Bush just before midnight, and entered our little home-away-from-home
apartment quietly so as to not wake our hosts who lived in the main
house above. The apartment was very warm and cozy when we entered,
as they had stocked up the wood stove for us. We loved all the
personal touches, from the basket of snacks, the cold drinks in the
fridge, the super-soft king-sized bed, the option to make hot
chocolate, and the lovely decor. We were also surprised by the
breakfast menu, full of different delicious options to choose from
for the next morning.
After
settling in for the night, we slept quite soundly and were ready for
our homemade breakfast upstairs in the host's kitchen for 9am. Jen
had selected a grilled croissant filled with cream cheese and
strawberries, and I had french toast. It was very nice to meet our
host and chat while she prepared us our yummy meals. There was also
plenty of coffee, fruit, yogurt, and fruit juice to have while we
waited. We felt like we were in a luxurious hotel rather than
someone's home!
After
saying goodbye to our host, we were on the road again, headed in the
direction of Killaloe (where Beavertails were invented!). The sun
was shining and the skies were clear. As we checked our phones for
the weather in Toronto and saw the mess the city was in, we were even
more grateful we had made the last-minute decision to drive up a
night early.
After
getting some last minute supplies in Killaloe, we made our way to our
final destination for the next three nights, a small little cabin on
Golden Lake.
The snow was just starting to fall as we arrived, and we were
grateful that our host already had the cabin ready for us and allowed
an early check-in! After parking the car, we settled into our
charming little cabin, and got fully prepared to be snowed in.
Jen playing on the frozen lake |
The next morning, everything was covered in a huge blanket of snow. We made our breakfast leisurely and then made our way over to Greystone's office, where free-for-use snowshoes had been left thoughtfully outside so we could explore. There was a small patch of woods on the property, so we didn't have to go far.
It
took us a while to get our “snow legs”, as snowshoeing in
knee-deep snow was more challenging than we thought it would be. We
both fell a few times, trying to get our bearings. We didn't mind –
the snow was fluffy and soft, the sun was shining brightly in the
sky, and the woods beckoned us forwards.
With
my longer legs, I found it slightly easier to get through the deep
snow and so I uncharacteristically led the way, creating a path for
Jen so she would have a bit of an easier time. We looked all around
us for evidence of life, but it seems all the creatures were still
asleep or hanging out elsewhere – not a single track disturbed the
pure white blanket all around us. We wandered for an hour, trying to
follow what we felt like was a very faint path that was slightly
indented in the tall snow – or perhaps it was an illusion and we
were just forging our own. Regardless, we stumbled upon some
interesting structures, likely belonging to the camp that the map
shows nearby.
After
our adventure, we went back to the cabin to warm up, have a snack,
and then head out to Jen's car. The snowstorm had partially covered
the vehicle, and the snowplow had done the rest – three sides of
the car were almost completely snow-covered! We got to work with our
shovels and spent about an hour digging the car. Back home this
would have quite annoyed us, but since we were on vacation it just
added to the fun adventure! Getting the car out was complicated by
the layer of thick ice under the wheels that kept the wheels
spinning, but we persevered and finally, exhausted and wet and cold
but elated, the car was free! We high-fived, and headed into the
little cabin to have a well-deserved late lunch.
Algonquin
was the adventure for the next day, and headed out to the Visitor's
Centre which was about an hour's drive from the cabin. We checked in
with staff to see which trails were open and accessible, and spent
some time watching the winter birds at the feeders out back before
heading out to the snowshow trail.
The
trail we had chosen was moderately challenging for a snow-shoe hike,
and we went slowly but steadily forward through the trees, thankful
for the well-packed trail that we could follow.
The
trail was a beautiful winter wonderland, and our slow pace allowed us
to take it all in even more. Being present in each moment
(mindfulness) is always so much easier for me when I am away from the
fast-pace of every day life. Here, in these silent woods, it's so
much easier to let my body settle into the way the deep green needled
branches hang heavy with snow; let the soft dee-dees of chickadees
all around us consume my hearing; let the cold air fill my lungs.
My
personal and work life may currently be in an extreme state of
anxiety-inducing chaos, but here, in these woods, in this moment,
looking out over the white, grey, blue, and green of the ravine and
the frozen river below, I have a small reprieve from that. Those
things are not here. Only this moment, this breath, is.
***
No winter
Valentine's week adventure is complete without a fancy dinner, and
Alton Brown's delicious Steak-au-Poivre recipe, paired with
garlic-parmesan mashed potatoes and gently steamed green beans, did
not fail to disappoint.
We drank wine,
sat by the gas fireplace playing board games, and adapted quickly to
the slower rhythm of a snowy winter getaway. We couldn't have picked
a more perfect cabin, with the beautiful frozen lake right outside
our window and very lovely hosts who even offered to mail our
forgotten lens cap back home to us!
Another place to
add to our list of places to return to when we don't have time to
venture too far from home.
Mystery large animal tracks (?) the frozen lake |