We’ve been in Banff National Park, an annual retreat to the mountains to celebrate the festival of Saint Nicholas (aka. Sinterklaas, which is December 6 but we couldn’t get a place for those dates and we’re not real purists on this one).
Today we went tobogganing in a forest clearing with Cascade Mountain to the north, the Rundle range to the east and the sun thinking of setting in the west. And it was magical – hoots and laughs as we screamed down the hill, frozen, ruddy faces from the bite of the winter air, the glory of the mountains, the quiet of the pine forest. I kept thinking “How do I rate to be ravished with such utter wonder?” I told my mind to form a memory of the moment and got my Canon to capture some too.
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