Saturday dawned bright with mild temperatures hovering at the +2C mark. It was the perfect opportunity to go and check how the drainage work for Highway 30 was progressing on the mid-point of our property. We've seen the equipment off in the distance, and what looks like piles of snow pushed aside, so it was time for an inspection.
With Cooper leading and BobCat in tow, we started out:
The excavation work for the drainage of Highway 30 isn't supposed to begin before February 20th. Why this little tree has already been bulldozed down is beyond me:
Getting back to business. Note BobCat in the above photo. The big tub normally abandons us at this point, if not well before. Today, he must have been in a good mood, because he decided to tag along. My goal is to make it to the construction of the actual highway which is just beyond the far end of our property. We need to walk 1300m to get there. The above marks our approximate half-way point.
With Cooper following his nose and BobCat trailing a few steps behind, we make our way to the end of our field and into our woods. In the 10 years I've lived here, I've walked to the end of the woods exactly once, and I didn't even do it on our property - I followed a trail on a farm a few properties over. Today, we're trailblazing.
I knew we had a dump at the front of our forest, what I didn't know is that we have a dump at the back of our forest, too.
At the ditch-line that signals the end of our property, we find evidence of beavers hard at work:
I've never been this far on our property before, so I don't have any references to orient myself, save the ditch in the above photo, and the drone of the highway. I figured I'd walk out the same way I walked in, following my own footprints in the snow. That worked out really well until I looked down and discovered I was walking in Cooper's prints, and I wasn't quite convinced if they were coming or going. That worked out well, didn't it? Now, I've got a really good sense of direction and I'm pretty sure of where I am within 100m give or take. I wasn't worried because if push really came to shove, I'd simply walk back on the highway under construction, and make my way home from there. I found my way back through the woods and exited about 50 m from where I went in, but it was a slog. I had snow over my knees a few times (hence, into my boots...) and at this point, I just wanted to get home. BobCat too: