Welcome to Snow Lake. Even though it looks completely arctic, filled with icebergs and pretty much like a melted glacier it was actually ninety degrees outside. It was not even close to ninety degrees in the water which if you’re wondering, yes I did swim in and yes it felt somewhat like I was being stabbed in the legs with icicles sharpened into a million tiny knives. I don’t know what was running through my mind, I was probably trying to be cool and prove that I’m not a baby or something (I’m sure I proved that point as I whimpered my way through the stabbing water and pulled my numb frail body onto a comfortingly warm slab of floating ice). The lake was so cold that we were advised by some other crazy thrill seeking hikers to keep our shoes on as we swam to keep our feet from cramping and to make it easier to stand on the iceberg we sought out as refuge. My toes were thankful for the advice and for the first time in my life I really really empathized with Rose and Jack as they turned blue in the Atlantic and watched the Titanic (which was probably reasonably warm and comfortable) sink. Moral of both stories, icebergs are not a force to be reckoned with.
Spending time out in nature, real nature not just the afternoon by the lake in the city, always gives me a lot of perspective. I always get sort of creeped out looking up at the stars at night, I mean is it just me or is the night sky so hauntingly beautiful that you just about have a panic attack as you peacefully gaze into the sky. I think about Galileo (because I’m a nerd like that) and how his mind must have been completely blown away as he stared into the night sky with a telescope for the first time. I am constantly in awe of the universe, it’s so big and I’m so little and yet here I am living and thinking and writing and people sometimes read what I’m writing and it’s just humbling and mind blowing at the same time. I like to think I am a bit of a hippie at heart (let’s all take a moment to remember my dread lock days). The world is so ginormous, so beautiful, so whimsically magical! I just want to prance around picking daisies and hugging trees and curling up in the grass letting the sun seep into my skin. I actually was fortunate enough to experience all of the aforementioned activities this weekend. Nature is just so lovely, I was at a loss for words.
After the 7 mile hike I chowed down on a burrito from Chipotle and spent a gluttonous amount of time snuggled beneath the world’s softest duvet with a fan aimed full blast at my face and just slept like the happiest baby kitten for three solid hours of the afternoon. Both swimming and naps are practically unheard of in the realm of Jordyn so things were pretty out of whack this Saturday guys but it was oh so perfect nonetheless. Maybe you examined these pictures thoroughly and found yourself wondering who the mysterious stranger standing next to me among the arctic waters is…your guess is as good as mine. It sort of looks like a boy which is strange because we all know I hate those and am incapable of affection towards any other human except Nicole. Let’s all just focus on how beautiful Snow Lake is and how vast the universe is and not dwell on the trivial details of who my hiking companion was and why he is standing next to me and acting like he knows me in the middle of the most beautiful sparkling hidden lake I’ve ever seen, alright?!