snowshoes and moonlight

Oh, boy. Oh boy, oh boy oh boy.

We just got home from snowshoeing by moonlight. Really.  I put the word out yesterday that there was going to be a special meeting tonight at 9pm in the rec centre parking lot. Eleven friends came out, we piled into cars and drove to the shore of the Slave. We strapped on our snowshoes and away we went, our path lit only by the moon. I couldn't stop saying how incroyable it was. I've decided that you haven't lived if you haven't snowshoed by moonlight.