Spring Awakening

After three months of mind-numbingly cold weather, of wearing thermals under everything, of having my eyelashes freeze, my hair freeze and my snot freeze, spring has finally come to Banff, Alberta.

And how do I know this?

Because Banff itself is melting.

What used to be a winter wonderland of white has now melted into a slushy pit of brown. The gravel spread over the roads during the winter to stop cars from slipping on the ice has turned the melting snow to sludge, leaving large pools of stagnent icy water all over the footpaths.

The melting snow, however, is thanks to the balmy above minus weather we have welcomed in with the new season. No more -25 degree days up on hill. Oh happy days.

As nice as it is to have the sun back in my life and to feel it slowly burning a goggle tan into my face, I can't help but feel just a little nostalgic for the depths of winter - for the roads covered in snow and waking up to my phone beeping messages that the mountain is closed due to the freezing temperatures. Those were good times.

In rememberance of the winter wonderland we lived in, my housemates and I spent last week ice-skating at the Fairmont Springs outdoor ice-rink. We walked home along the Bow River trail (what seemed like a great idea at the time, until we realised the trail was actually closed due to snow conditions) and as we walked, the sky started puking snow.

It may be warming up, but with the spring comes the spring snowfall.

And that means powder days.

Ciao for now. xo