Last night friends came over for dinner, and then we all bundled up and went over to the lake to snowshoe. The moon was just rising (no, this isn't my picture unfortunately) and the snow on the lake was pristine, only broken up with some ski tracks from earlier in the day. There was a light fog rising over the lake, glowing from the moon light. We had taken headlights, but all turned them off as the moon gave off enough light to see everything. The fog was eerie but light - the snow was perfect for snowshoes and the night was cold but not unbearably so. Perfect.
Came home to Dessert and Brandy in front of the fire. What could be better?