Weekends: Winter camping "in the bush"

We had quite an adventurous weekend this weekend. After work on Friday, we packed up the car and drove 3 hours into the wilderness (as if we weren't remote enough already!), then transferred all our stuff to a great big sleigh pulled by a skidoo, and drove deeper into the forest to a tiny wood cabin. And that's where we spent our weekend. 

No electricity. No running water. 

It was minus 30 degrees inside the cabin when we arrived.

But we quickly lit a fire and opened a bottle of wine, and we felt warmer in no time!

The cabin was pretty rustic, but it had everything we needed. A camp stove to cook on, a kettle to make tea in, and plenty of wool blankets to pile on at night.

Going "into the bush" for a few days (as the Cree people call it) is a very popular thing around here. There's something so wholesome about removing yourself from all the overstimulation life constantly bombards you with.

During the days we went snowshoeing across the frozen lakes, and into the silent forests. It felt like the entire world was hibernating and we were the only ones left wandering around.

I made a big batch of this soup, and just as an aside, I think it might be the best soup recipe in the entire world! (Just thought I'd share that!)

Sunday morning was bright & sunny and the air was filled with tiny snow crystals, which created the most magnificent winter rainbow I've ever seen.

ps: this solar phenomenon is called a parhelion (or sundog), in case you're interested : )

It was a beautiful weekend getaway, and I would definitely do it again in the future. 

But there's no denying that by Sunday night we were both feeling relieved and very grateful to be falling asleep in our warm bed after an excessively long hot shower!