I went snowshoeing again today. This time I went to Cypress mountain (which actually isn't a mountain but three) with Laura and the Keatings. It was another clear, sunny day, though this time the snow was much better for snowshoeing. Snow had fallen recently so it looked nicer and wasn't as crusty as it had been up on Seymour. As well, in some areas you could go off of the trail and walk through the fresh unpacked fluff, being mindful of tree wells of course. At one point I went on my own path while the other three stayed on the trail. For my efforts, I was rewarded with a rabbit sighting. It sat there nice and still for me while I photographed it, but darted when I tried for a second. 
We slowly made our way upwards on Mt. Hollyburn, criss-crossing the cross-country ski trails. Watching the skiers made me want be skiing, especially watching one of them go down one of the long, though not too steep hills. At the poorly named Highview Lookout we stopped for a snack of carrot sticks, apple wedges and trail mix. I say poorly named because there was only the slenderest of views off the mountain. Unless of course they mean "Lookout" in the sense of "look out or you'll miss it." Someone being cavalier with a chainsaw could fix that up, but I'm inclined to say leave the trees and change the name. At that point we decided to not make a push for the peak, rather we went back down to Hollyburn Lodge and drank hot chocolate and ate cookies.
After our rest, we ran along the trail back to the base camp. Well, most of us did. Laura doesn't run. Running in snowshoes is awkward and tiring, but also exhilarating. I got stalled by a little girl who wanted to just stand in the middle of the trail and play with snow while her parents tried to coax her on. Back at the base camp, after the other three returned there rental snowshoes, we headed back down to the city, calling it quits on another day of winter for me.
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