The other day I was out snowshoeing and exploring the northern forests that are covered in a deep solemn snow. All life seemed still. The silence echoed for miles and I felt lost in a different world, a different place. Every once and awhile a chickadee or pine grosbeak would break the stillness with a few notes that were quickly swallowed by the vast woods. I followed the winding curving network of frozen beaver ponds where the beavers had moved further upstream and created several ponds slowly over the course of many years. In the ponds, the beaver lodges were simply large snow-covered mounds with protruding sticks that stood out abruptly from the flat, icy ponds. On top of the snow-covered lodges, were small circular holes in the snow from the heat given off by the family of beavers in the lodge. Alas, a sign of warmth and life in this frozen wilderness!