I live in Canada, and have for most of my life. I couldn’t possibly write all there is to write about its diversity – in people, culture, geography and weather conditions – because, frankly, I haven’t experienced very much of it. I haven’t even made it to all of our provinces. Some of those that I have been to, frankly, don’t count – I only have hazy memories of a childhood visit to the family farm on the border between Manitoba and Saskatchewan.
I made my first foray into British Columbia this winter. I didn’t see much of it, I was skiing in the Okanagan region, and then driving to Calgary. So really, most of what I saw was mountains. But wow the mountains. It amazes me that there are places as breathtaking as that in the world. In my own country, for that matter. Much as I love the forests in Ontario, nothing here compares to the enormity of the Rocky Mountains.
The lure of spending time in the mountains was enough to make me ignore my lack of coordination and agree to spend a week downhill skiing with friends.
We had a pretty fantastic view of the mountain from our rental unit.
Despite what my family was convinced would happen, I didn’t do any serious harm to myself while shooting down the hill.
I improved drastically while we were there. I went from that “gah, the last time I went downhill skiing was nearly 10 years ago… and on an Ontario hill” stage to “Hey, if I go at my own (slow) pace and concentrate hard, I don’t fall down too much, and also don’t feel too too terrified.”
Thankfully my focus on getting down the mountain alive wasn’t enough to keep me from paying attention to the scenery.
We also got in a day of snowshoeing…
And crosscountry skiing. I’m quite sure that crosscountry is my favourite winter sport!
Driving back through the rockies to Calgary was great – we saw so many mountains and had a chance to stop and take pictures all along the route.
Now I just need to figure out where in Canada I want to explore next!