We tried to venture out on Sunday morning, but there was a lot of snow, and the roads weren't very good. Our first stop was at the Miner's Cafe in town, but they didn't have Helena's favorite kind of pie... again....
If she couldn't get Banana Cream, she didn't want anything.
Then we headed down the highway a short distance to the east to Beaverdam Lake. All the long weekend campers were bailing out from all over the west country, and there was a parade of trailers on the highway, heading east. It didn't look as though anyone had camped at Beaverdam the night before, but there were some tracks in the snow from earlier in the morning, so we drove in.
We got out and wandered around with Hank down by the shore of the lake. Of course Hank started out by wading into the lake, and then continued by wading through the snow. It was about six inches deep, and he just about disappeared into it.
After a short time at the lake we headed back to the cottage. We got the fire going and settled in for an afternoon at home. Helena was a little disappointed at the weather, but it all turned out OK.
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