Plan Your First Winter Overnight

I shivered in my old sleeping bag, listening to the wind howl around my tent. It felt as if I were attempting to sleep on a slab of marble. Live and learn, I thought. Here it was, the end of October on the PPJ trail in Quebec and my gear wasn’t good enough. I’d have to make some purchases before we started in on the winter camping portion of our program.

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Winter Travel

This is the third in a series on winter camping. If you missed the first two posts, start here and then here.

I trudged along, carefully placing one snowshoe in front of the next. My legs felt heavy after bushwhacking for six hours the day before. The next thing I knew I was face down in the snow, weighted by my backpack, instructor behind me trying not to laugh. Guess I failed to see that very visible tree root poking out of the snow.

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Petawawa Terrace

20121013 - fionn colorOur tires crunched over the gravel parking lot, indicating our arrival at our destination about 20 minutes after we left my tiny cottage-apartment in Pembroke. The Wheaten sat upright and whined softly from the back seat. As soon as we released him from his seatbelt he leapt six feet out the car door, nose to ground soaking up the scents. Mid-fall in the Ottawa Valley brought crisp blue skies, puffy white clouds, and long afternoon shadows while the warm, herbal scent of brittle leaves permeated the breeze. I grabbed my camera, a notebook, and my copy of Forest Plants of Central Ontario. My husband took on dog duty. + Read More

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