Another one of our favorite winter hikes in Ottawa is on the Mer Bleue Bog Trail. This trail has a wooden boardwalk over the bog. If you look closely, you can see areas where the snow looks like it is piled on a small hill. These are actually beaver lodges. You can see other evidence of the beavers by the gnawed tree trunks on the trail. Our first bog hike was just Daddy, Boogs, and me. GP and GM were worried about the trail being too icy, they came with us another day.
Boogs had fun knocking giant icicles off of the picnic pavillion. Most of the icicles broke when they hit the ground. Boogs is using this one as a snowman nose.
We had a beautiful, sunny day for a walk on the bog. It was cold, but we were bundled well.
There is so much open space, blue sky, and lovely scenery.
We did not spot any beaver tracks, but we did see these tracks. They look like rabbit tracks.
The trail was a little busy this day. We had people walking in front and behind us for a while.
We left the boardwalk and explored the longer trail back to our car at P22. Boogs had to cross this fallen tree trunk over a small ravine.
Daddy and Boogs had a karate chopping snow fight.
There was a beautiful spot on the trail where we could hear chickadees in the trees. Luckily, I had our bag of seeds in my coat pocket.
The same few birds kept coming back to our hands again and again. The little bird I am holding only had one leg. When it landed on your hand, it would rest its soft little belly against your skin. It came back and got seeds from our hands at least a dozen times.
Before heading back to the parking lot, we took the trail leading to another parking lot. I forgot to wear my knee brace that day, so we had to turn back after about 20 minutes.
The woods are simply magical this time of year with all of the snow.
A few days later, GP and GM joined us on another tour of the Mer Bleue Bog trail.
It was nice to be on an outdoor adventure all together.
This hike was colder. The sun was hiding behind the clouds.
Boogs and Daddy had an epic snowball fight and chase all along the boardwalk trail.
They were throwing snowballs over GP and GM to attack each other. GP and GM were really good sports about it.
There were less people on the trail this day. It was so quiet and peaceful.
By the time we reached the place we had fed the birds on our last hike, it was starting to get dark. There were no more birds to feed.
Of course, we had to stop at Tim Horton's for hot chocolate after our hike. It is a family tradition.