Arriving in Taylor Park, I once again parked at the Outpost, the berm now noticeably higher than in January. I purposefully dawdled...

. Tumbling down from the reservoir above, the Taylor River is bone chatteringly cold, clear and calamitous. Riddled with boulders and...

It is difficult to describe snowshoeing as fun. As low tech as it gets, one simply straps what amounts to dinner plates to their feet and...

Greeted by the same shaggy dog as a few weeks before, Charlie, Bella and I set out on a short walk, finally mustering the energy to leave...