It'll be fun he said.

A couple of winters back Billy (owner of Babine Norlakes) asked me if I wanted to go into the lodge midwinter to have a look around.  I had agreed to do this at different times, and it was something I would be interested in doing.  We headed out one weekend, and we had to stop and borrow a snowmobile drive up as close as we could, then ride the snowmobile closer once again. Then came the bushwhack through the woods with No GPS on snowshoes.  This was the first time that I’ve ever worn snowshoes, a good friend of mine had gifted me a pair a few years back, and I was itching to use them.  The snowshoes were way too small, and I found out the hard way, nearly every step I would punch through the deep snow up to my crotch and then the willow whips, devils club, and other different twigs would tangle in the snowshoes below in the depths.  It was a hellish walk when we finally made our descent into the canyon we thought we would had lined it up pretty well, we had not, we came out about 400 m upstream of the camp with a pretty serious incline. To add to this Billy was already fighting a cold and I think I was getting one.  We finally reached camp, burnt wood, made dinner and I watched Jeremiah Johnston for the very first time it was a memorable trip and one I don’t care to do again.