“Say yes to everything… within reason.”
“But also don’t do anything too dangerous.”
“Make sure you take advantage of every opportunity.”
“…except ones that could get you killed.”
Such is the advice I have received repeatedly for the last month, and I take it pretty seriously.
Seeing as today is a balmy 34F and the sidewalks are especially slick, I figured that walking down the street was probably outside of the realm of opportunities I should take advantage of. Dangerous, you know. My feet were not designed with ice in mind.
Canadian four-wheelers, on the other hand… those were designed with ice in mind. So clearly they are the most reasonable, least dangerous way to get around in this weather.
Also it’s kind of hard to get Deep into the Forest any other way.
Of course, going 30mph on any open-topped vehicle demands warm clothes, clothes warm to an extent that my clothes are not. Actually, scratch that. It demands dressing yourself up like a marshmallow-meets-oompa-loompa.
And when you get to Deep into the Forest, it’s nice to have a fire. This fire can be accomplished using the Ryan Gannett method of firewood and “more lighter fluid.”
This fire is useful when your feet get cold, and your fearless driver/ladies’ maid and his father decide to take matters into their own hands.
You can also go inside the structure made of trees and plastic sheeting to eat ham, cheese, cucumbers, chocolate, blini with beef, and tea. Standard picnic fare, you know.
And then you can climb down to the river and enjoy breathing real air. And somehow when you’re out Deep into the Forest, the snow and clouds seem entirely clean and pleasant, and you can’t imagine perceiving them in any other way.
PS- don’t anybody worry, I didn’t drive. No one was harmed in the making of these photographs. Unless you count my pride, as I was told that my own blood circulation is insufficient for keeping my hands and feet warm. Come on heart, step it up.