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here it is. i have a feeling this is going to be an ongoing project but let's see what i can come up with. well for starters the comment that came with the photo is "Hello Horse Creek Hotsprings! Just had a lovely soak." its from a few years ago 3-4, certainly, probably the winter of '05. the snowmobile, my mother's '06 with that lovely metallic orange color i love so much is stopped about 25 feet from the spring shed. that's that brown building there between those two fir trees, i think. beyond that is the Horse Creek road. any way it's an orange '06 RMK that im riding with, and don't quote me on this, but i think it's a 156" track(?). the lovely, durable, and more importantly it fits on the back, tool chest/tub with lunch of salami, crackers, and cheese coated in snow is bolted down with a small coffe thermos, thats actually filled with hot water for cider, on the far side.

i remember my father saying something about the housing for the springs being built sometime in the '60s, '69, i think.

as for myself, my -100 packs and snowmobile bibs are coated with snow and the rest of me is clean as a whistle. it wasn't too cold that day, about 20 or so. just about perfect. an old hoodie head band and my same glasses. one glove because i hate betting fuzzies on my food. chipmunk cheeked and with my usual "oh your taking a picture of me" expression. i had braces for too many years to ever again grin fully. longer hair.

i have seen those trees many many times and yet they never seem to change, even though i know they must. still, i suppose fifteen odd years are truly nothing to a tree. sugar frosted trees, right out of a fairytale with the faintest hint of mist from the springs. a rather marvelous winter wonderland.