A couple of weekends this winter I’ve strapped on my cross-country skis and headed out on Lake Winnipeg.
There’s no groomed trail to follow and the snow is deep in some parts and others it’s just ice, black ice. It's not easy skiing.
Even when it’s cloudy the snow and ice are almost blinding.
I wear snow goggles to protect my eyes from the glare and wind. The noise of my skis and poles make the only sounds.
There’s the odd snowmobiler in the distance, but I’m not alone.
Wild animals big and small criss-cross the lake. Wolf, fox and lynx and whatever else use it to go from wherever they’re coming from to wherever they’re going. Rarely would you see these animals during the busy summer months. In the winter, their tracks are everywhere.
Some spots way out on the lake are littered with fish heads, left by the commercial fishers and picked apart by the ravens and other wild animals. They’ll wash up on the shore this spring after the ice goes.
Looking out on the lake from the shore in the winter, you’d get the impression it’s a frozen wasteland.