I woke up on Saturday morning and felt... lazy. I didn't have the best sleep ever, so I was ready to get out of bed. Breakfast was the orange I brought and some random food from other people who decided to cook. I couldn't be bothered to make anything.

I thought of a better analogy of what Friday night was like yesterday. You know in an action movie when a crowd of people gets spooked and they all draw guns pointing at each other? Friday night was a little bit like that, only with cameras. Everyone had a camera glued to his or her face and people were waiting for a person to lower their camera, so they could shoot an unobstructed picture of them.

What I wanted to do instead of cooking breakfast was to get outside. The sun was shining and the temperature was a little bit above zero, just the perfect time to go outside and walk around. I hate arriving places late at night because you never really know what anything looks like and when you wake up the next day you are invariably surprised by your new surroundings.

I spent most of the morning wandering around the property looking at everything that Ken, the caretaker, had built. There was a sauna, a cozy little wooden yurt, and other random buildings scattered around the property. Down by the river there was a dock, canoes and one old dying rowboat, which begged to have it's picture taken.

After packing up all our stuff the whole group of us headed down the road to some waterfalls. It was an enjoyable three kilometer walk to the waterfall and it was spectacular. The water was running fast and deep over the falls covering all the surrounding rock in a fine coat of ice.

As usual I was walking a fair bit ahead of the group and I managed to scramble to the bottom of the falls by the time everyone else arrived. I set up and started to take pictures from the bottom of the falls but every shot has someone in it. The place was crawling with other photographers. It was a unique challenge; usually you have people absent-mindedly wandering through pictures, but instead other photographers who would camp out in the middle of your frame from minutes at a time. My pictures from the falls can be found here.

After a while we all got together at the top of the falls for a group picture and started our way back to the cabin. For me the walk back seemed roughly twenty times longer than the walk out to the falls but I think that is because I was getting really hungry.

When we got back to Maskwa we loaded up the van and headed back to Winnipeg. The Grey Cup / Christmas parade caused the mother of all traffic jams, but we made it back to town; safe and sane.

Eric was kind enough to make a video from of some pictures of Maskwa. If you want to get a better idea what the weekend was like, you can view it here.