Looking south from our place this morning. Neighbours staggered up the cliff to the right, Hamber Island to the far left, and SFU/Burnaby Mountain straight ahead, obscured by cloud.
The trails in the woods, over which I've struggled to push a stroller, made for a gentle, undulating toboggan ride to the village. Pete even pulled Ariana down a flight of stairs at one point.
The south shore of the Cove.
Saskia resists heading out to the woods in the snow. She'd rather sit at home in front of the fire, as would I. I explained that it's good to get out every day, whether or not you feel like it, to avoid cabin fever.
I defined it, and she remarked emphatically, "I'm glad no one in our family's ever caught that!"
Well, I'm relieved that those times I've been driven stir-crazy at home with the kids appear to have gone largely unnoticed.
A stop for Honey's doughnuts, that Deep Cove specialty that soaks the little brown bag with grease before you've even brought it to your table, and hot drinks.
Can't think of another place in which I'd rather be snowbound.