Mountains


Softer, older, rounder (The mountains are calling)

Softer, older, rounder (The mountains are calling)

I can still smell the hot pine tree needles of those evergreen forests, and recall the roadside tourist attractions which we mostly drove by. They fascinated me because we didn't have tourist stops in our prairie town, except for the local museum of old cars and farm machinery. I associated the mountains with summer vacation. It wasn't a place you lived, despite the obvious evidence of locals, it was a place you visited.

Montreal to the Northeast Kingdom

Montreal to the Northeast Kingdom

The Northeast Kingdom is just 2.5 hours from Montreal. It's east of the main spine of the Green Mountain Range. Although the whole state feels like "the green mountains", the Northeast Kindgom, physiographically called the Northeast Highlands, is a more rolling terrain than the mountains to the west.

Winter is my country (but then there's March) ~ Part one

Winter is my country (but then there's March) ~ Part one

I love the rolling mountain winter landscapes of Quebec, the ski hills and all the snow. I haven't had a strong sense of "home" as a place since leaving Alberta as a twenty-three year old wife and new mom, but winter mountains come close.

A refuge in the Laurentians

A refuge in the Laurentians

This sense of possibility, this large swath of low-rise mountains just to our north full of trails that go over over peaks and through valleys, by lakes, rivers and waterfalls, with places to stay along the way (summer camping and winter cabins) has infused me with a sense of hope that I might be able to call southern Quebec home for the next decade of my life, maybe longer.

Sunday night thoughts about hiking and marriage

Sunday night thoughts about hiking and marriage

I am beginning to love this part of who we are and who I am becoming.