Late one evening my farther and I had ventured out for a moon lit night of cross-country skiing. We had finished dinner when we decided to head out.
             We dressed for the occasion, strap on the ski's and left from our front porch.
             The night sky filled with fire stars, the moon purely illuminated the land and the snow was a soft sparkling blue. The trees were supported by their shadows as they towered over top. Two people father and son indulging in the beautiful night letting their eyes adjust to the perfect evening.
             We had broken trail down an old listed road, which goes from Big Baddeck to the highlands. The area was once settled by farmers, cleared land and gracing animals as far as the eye could see. Now their stands pasture spruce and mix hard and softwoods. Amongst them wild animals and nesting birds seemed to have been settled in for the night.
             Traveling through the quite bliss when the sound of a small brook flowing entered my ears. The Mill brook was named after the mill, which was once in operation for the local farmers of Big Baddeck Glen. So we carried on with the sound of trickling water fading into the darkness. So we carried on up an incline on the trail to the rear of the valley. As we came to a halt my father and I peered into the night.
             The moonlight softly beamed down apon the sleeping glen. All we could do was to listen to the softly flowing river down below. A pure delight to be out side expose to the burning light. We tried naming the constellations in appreciation of the beauty before us. There could not have been a more perfect evening!
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