March 25, 1917
Today I decided to snowshoe in the hills behind Mowat Lodge. I was quite pleased with my sketch yesterday. After having a good night’s sleep and full recovery from the train ride, I decided to venture out in the pathways behind Mowat Lodge.
I had to make my way across the chip and spur lines. I carried my snowshoes and sketch box and once I was in the bush the snow was well over two feet. The melt and freeze had put a crust on the top. You could walk on top with no snowshoes, but if you fell through you’d go right up to your hips. Snowshoes were the order for the day.
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