A flurry of large wet snowflakes makes visibility a bit of a problem, but the trail's markers glow in our snowmobiles' headlights.

The storm's no biggie, but it heightens our sense of adventure, and by the time we reach Hungry Jack Lodge (our overnight stopping spot), we're spouting tales of the great blizzard of '07 — as we snuggle into leather armchairs around the fireplace, sipping hot toddies until exhaustion overtakes exuberance and we trudge off to sleep.

Forrest Par ...

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