Ice Fields

We explored the Ice Fields today, Bentley and I. Sometimes
this place is a mere park. Other times it's enchanted.
Boots and paws, ready for a hike.

The thawing, freezing, and draining of the water is leaving thick plates of ice where the waterline once was. The red footbridge is in the background.

Due to a recent stretch of cold weather, I could walk on the ice without breaking through. Otherwise I wouldn't have been able to go nearly all of these places with all of the Manitoba mire underneath.

Oops! Bentley drops his ball in a place deemed unsafe due to severe slippage. He did eventually become brave enough to retrieve it himself.

Along the riverbanks are these scattered bunches of sticks. Note the glass floor in this picture. We correctly assumed that these were the homes of the keepers of the Ice Fields.

Since we were bound and determined to have winter deemed complete for the season, Bentley displayed a heroic demonstration of his strength by wrangling the biggest tree he could dislodge. It seemed for a moment that the tree would win, but after an intense struggle Bentley was victorious.

Naturally, the locals surrendered without a struggle.

And we immediately moved in.

The only quasi-edible plant life we found looked like green grapes. I'm pretty sure they aren't the variety used to make Ice-Wine. Does anyone recognize these?

Quite the adventuresome day!

I'm all tuckered out.

G'nite all