Two Pathfinders. The one at the back, well, it has a rusted out wheel well and the suspension has poked through. The one at the front is also mine. It has very little in the way of rust as it's lived its whole life in BC. The one at the back goes to the wreckers tomorrow. The one at the front will hopefully take me all over the place. Moab in March, probably. And other places, hopefully.
I'm a day away from attempting sourdough bread from scratch, as in, the only ingredients will be flour, water, and salt. It's a week long process getting this started. I'm looking forward to Saturday. And bread.
It's the first time in years that Trout Lake has frozen over and you can skate on it. And it's the first time ever that I've felt like walking to work, or taking transit, was a better option than riding a bicycle. There's a light that bathes the skytrain station each morning that I kind of love. I'm not sure this photo captures it, but it's close. Still, I can't wait until I can ride a bicycle to work again.