The Trillium trail was packed with people. Apparently it's a very popular snow shoe/cross country skiing spot. Going there was easy, it was down-hill the whole way. I thinking to myself this was going to be an easy little hike, and it was... until we took a wrong turn. We turned a bit too soon and got into some heavy snow. Luckily someone had blazed a previous trail. On the way, we stopped to take some pictures.
We arrived at the lake a quarter of a mile from where we wanted to be. So we trudged around the lake, sometimes on the ice, to our destination.
There we sat and snacked. It was a badly needed rest. As we headed back, I was thinking to myself " well the way here wasn't bad, the way back will be even easier because of the route we will be taking". I couldn't have been more wrong. The reason the way down was easy is because it was down-hill, down a very steep hill.
And after 3 miles of shoeing, that last hill seemed insurmountable to climb back up. Poor Jen was having difficulty with her asthma acting up. I learned that altitudes and cold air are actually bad for someone with asthma. Who knew? She was a trooper though, tougher than I would have been in the same situation. With her sense of humor in tact, and with her husband's encouragement she made it the last mile to the car. That was rough for both Elisabeth and I, I can't even imagine how hard it was for her. What a trooper!
(Pictures below: the left picture was taken during the summer, on the right Elisabeth is standing in the same spot mimicking her fishing stance. As you can see she is standing on the ice. )
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