“Do you think we’ll need snowshoes or crampons for tomorrow?” “Probably. But, it should be fine.” In the back of my mind I knew this was the only answer. It was 10pm and all stores were closed. All we had were some good hiking boots and peanut butter sandwiches. That’ll do. We were heading up to Wedgemount Lake the next day. We danced around the ice occasionally slipping, sliding, and taking refuge in inevitable falls. My legs plummeted beneath a tree stump camouflaged by hardened snow. Through an old growth forest with trees decorated with pale green moss, we watched as the sun played hide and seek. Eventually reaching the top and almost losing my phone, we rested our legs, soothed our stomachs with coffee, chips, and more peanut butter sandwiches. I stared into the half frozen lake in complete aww that we were the only ones there. It was a good day. I was a good day indeed.