
"Between Sacred and Profane"
It was early in the season and although the snow was deep, it was loose and fluffy, gently covering the scrubby bush high on the Cape Breton Highlands. A friend and I had determined to snowshoe across the highlands and down to my home on the shore. What seemed like a good plan at the outset soon turned into a painful and dangerous nightmare of continually breaking through the thin icy crust into the deep loose snow around the bushes we could not see.