Trails, beautiful trails. They wind their way through the urban area of Fernie. They wind through the parks, the forest and the resort. They are everywhere. They are for every skill level. 

Before leaving on my final day, we hiked the trail that follows the river. Trees tower overhead. Bright green moss on the trunks add a splash of color to the landscape. Red mountain ash berries hung in big clumps off sagging branches.

The river water was flowing. Through the openings between shrubs and trees we saw ducks gathered. Some were dipping and dunking while others waddled their way across chunks of snow and ice. Dog walkers passed by us. One little ball of fur thought that he/she was a mighty hunter and came charging down the snowbank. It was all bark and no bite. Not many of the ducks paid attention.

The walk along the river was a great way to end my visit. The fresh, spruce scented morning air was enough to get me through the 6 hour drive home.

Next Friday - HWY 22 to home. Happy trails!