Christmas Day dawned clear and frosty. we made our way down the TransCanada Highway towards Bow Lake for a snowshoe adventure while ice crystals hung in the air.
along the way we stopped to check out some of our favourite places when Jake made a sound from the seat behind us. he alerts us, on occasion, and it’s usually to let us know that he’s seen something.
although this may have been what he had seen . . .
. . . it could just as easily been a squirrel.