Jun 06
With the intention of being back by lunch, we had left our hut with one full bottle of water a piece. It was late March, somewhere in the western Monts Chic Chocs on Quebec’s Gaspe Peninsula, not too long after sunrise. After skiing a beautiful run through a spacious spruce-fir forest into the depths of …
Sep 03
Our thoughts often go to the deepest, fluffiest powder days when we watch the tops of breaking waves get blown back to sea by a strong offshore breeze. Maybe the wind reminds us of Old Man Winter’s legendary howl and roar. Or perhaps surfing among these waves – floating in that fluid ocean as the …
