We set out on the trail, our snowshoes crunching the snow. After a day of hard falls and cold fingers from cross-country skiing, snowshoeing was much appreciated. We trekked up to a frozen lake and ate our lunch in the company of Eugene the Raven. We saw remnants of fires that scarred the slopes and the new generation of trees growing next to the past devastation. Charred Lodgepole Pine trunks stood in stark contrast to the blanket of snow- totems watching over us as we hiked. Heading back to our bus, Bohemian Rhapsody echoing through the hills, the bruises subsided and the smiles took their place. Everything is breath taking.