Everytime I am away from home and return to the Island, the overwhelming feeling of groundedness and sense of place wells up from somewhere deep inside. I love living on an island. With the sea next door and the mountains in clear view and close enough to ski on, there is no other spot on earth that speaks to me of home like Vancouver Island.
It doesn’t happen very often anymore because of cost and the hassle of the early rising and 2 hour drive so it’s a real treat when it does. My son is here for a couple of days (and my lovely daughter-in-law enroute) and he’s an avid outdoorsman so we headed up to Mt. Washington for a ski day.
Some of my first memories are of snow skiing in the Okanagan when I was 5 or 6 and I have since skied in some pretty fantastic places.The Alps included. While conditions here are often wet and the snow is either too hard or too sloppy, today the snow was soft with a firm base and the company was top notch.
Thanks, Brendan, for a great day on the slopes.
