Shaw Woods

The crunch of twigs and fallen leaves under foot. The occasional click and whir of a digital camera documenting this perfect sugar maple leaf, that unusual fungus.  An occasional breeze rustling the leaves of old growth American beeches.   + Read More

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: Snowshoes

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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