X marks our spot today. (All photos by Author.)

WOODED BLISS

Tree bathing in the boreal forest (a photo essay).

Squealing through the forest, I hold on tight to my driver with a grin. He expertly navigates our quad through the rough-hewn trail and I am filled with wonder.

The wind had not let up. Today the giant conifers are jerking around to the tune of the south west gales as if they can’t resist moving along to some raunchy punk song.