Upon arriving at the Lake Louise shoreline, I saw a wonderful sight, the guy was finishing sweeping the skating surface. It had snowed a couple of centimetres over night. The skating surface is gigantic, he was almost finished, it was 7:40am! I wonder what time he started! I worked my way through the snowbanks down to the benches at the edge of the ice.
Shortly after hitting the ice and etching away, along came the guy with his flooding machine.
This was another wonderful sight!
I covered ten kilometres of skating, which could possible be my last skating session of the season. As I walked away I looked back, wondering when would I next be here. I could not let go, not yet, so found a spot at the head of The Lake, sat in the snow and savoured some sips. Ahhh!
As the hours went on, it warmed up quite a bit. The snow was soft for walking in yet it was new snow, so white, so pure and pretty. I found some pillowy, marshmallowy scenes along the River. They looked inviting to push through but I stuck to the hiking trail.
Back at my home away from home, late afternoon,
I could see flurries falling in the forest.
I smiled, I sipped, I softly sighed!
What will tomorrow bring!
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