In my neck of the woods, winter doesn’t mean snow and ice and blizzards. It means rain and rain and rain. So, like a kid on a snow day, I get really excited about a few sparkly flakes.
And that, my friends, is why I love the mountains. Especially trudging from frozen lake to frozen lake on snowshoes, my absolute favourite winter workout.
It’s a lot like hiking. Except the bears are hibernating so you’re not as worried about being charged by one (I never want to experience that again).
But really, I’m just in it for the après.
Then again, aren’t we all into winter sports for the après?
He’d say yes.
[American Eagle sweater, vintage men’s plaid shirt, Cougar boots, Tubbs snowshoes.]
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P.P.S. If you’re looking to beat the January blues in Vancouver, I’ve compiled a few ideas for ya.
