It was cold Saturday morning at the Parc des Rapides de Lachine, and the going was treacherous. Last time we'd been there in the winter, the paths had been cleared but either they aren't doing that this year, or the recent winds had blown snow into ferocious piles.
I made it this far, leaning on my walking stick, but decided this was far enough. Going to have my right hip replaced on Tuesday after all. Would have been terrible to break a leg before hand.
