Monday, February 24, 2014

Apres Ski

 This guy knows what its all about.
 Feeding the horses just behind the house.
 Cold nights call for vegan chili with cashew 'sour cream'.
For someone who has claimed to have lost interest in alpine sports I sure have been spending a lot of time on the mountains lately.  The last couple weekends have been a blur of ski visits.  A and I have been planning a couple of ski trips for a while now and a few weeks ago we met up with a large group of our hometown friends and rented a condo in Whistler Village.  Although I had packed my board, skis and our loaned snowshoes, I regret that that I didn't hit the slopes once.  In my opinion, the mountain was much too busy and too tourist driven to justify a lift or trail pass.   The trip itself revolved more around visiting with old friends and enjoying the mini city that Whistler Village has become.  We took the opportunity to socialize in the local pubs and shop the variety of stores that we don't have access too in our small city. 
 The large lake, which my interior city is named after.

The drive to and from the coast was just as enjoyable as the trip itself, filled with scenic mountain passes and quirky roadside stops. A humoured me and stopped at a miniature western town so that I could snap a few shots. 
 Icicles clung to the cliff sides along the steep mountain pass.
 Large frozen waterfall.

 miniature building that only stand about 6 feet tall.

We arrived back home for a short work week then headed up to our local ski hill to spend the weekend with family.  Our city has an impressive ski resort with small village modeled after the European style.  The snow conditions were lovely and the hills were almost empty after the long weekend.  My aunt, who used to be a cross country ski instructor, took me out for a long ski up to a small lodge.  By the end of the trail I was exhausted and stiff.  The evening were spent enjoying good food, sipping wine and ending the night with a delicious chocolate raspberry port. 
Sunday morning when A and I packed up to head home, my aunt and uncle sent us off with some extra food for lunch and dinner and the remaining port which we sipped on all evening long. 
 Whistler trails full of cedar and pines.

After a busy weekend I am always happy to get back home and into routine. 

Monday, February 3, 2014

By what way is the light parted?

Lately, I've been reading a short novel I picked out at the local thrift store.  Sisters of Grass by Theresa Kishkan.  Funny the way that books will sometimes jump off the shelf at you.   I picked this novel up for no apparent reason only to realise that it takes place in the local area.  It is a story of a young girl with mixed heritage, growing up on a ranch in the Nicola Valley over a century ago.  The book is a light read but description of local heritage and they way in which the author writes of the land has me eager to pick up the book, yet reluctant to near the end.   Funny enough, upon researching the writer, I found out she currently lives in a small coastal town, neighbouring the town that I grew up in.   Synchronicity seems to be showing up in my life a lot lately. 
I am finding that the more I read, the more I seem to journal.  I often find myself jotting down notes or passages from the books I am absorbed in.  I particularly like how this novel mirrors the colours in my current notebook.

This weekend has passed in a blur.  Uncle G and Aunty C came by for a visit again, this time coming along with Aunty R and Uncle A.   We spent the morning conversing over a pot of hot tea a plate full of Dr. Weil's millet scones.  R and A brought us a large potted flower as a housewarming gift, perfect to brighten up the kitchen table.  With the passing of Imbolc just yesterday I have been thinking a lot lately of spring.  Although there is still a good few feet of snow on the ground, and this weekend's temperature had dropped somewhere near -27 degrees, it does feel as though warmer weather is just around the corner. 
Uncle G and Aunty C were kind enough to let us borrow their snowshoes for a little longer.  With last weekend's constant fog and my ever persistent head cold we never got the chance to try them out.  Even though the constant fall of snow never let up A and packed a small picnic and a couple thermoses of spicy chia tea and headed out into the bush.  Walking was awkward at first but after a little practice and with the help of some vintage bamboo poles we quickly got the hang of it. 

 It looks awkward because it was.
The reason behind the Aunts and Uncles quick visit was to drop off some family items to us.  Uncle G and Aunty C recently downsized and were looking to rehome some heirlooms.   We gladly accepted two hunting trophies that belonged to my late Grandfather: a set of not-so-big bighorn sheep horns and the largest rack of whitetail deer antlers I have ever seen.  Both had been refinished on a red and gold mount which couldn't match our paint colours any better.  We also received a refinished Winchester 30-30 rifle which used to belong to my dad in his hipster days.
Last summer, much to A's dismay, I had purchased some funny little spring loaded stag heads, not quite sure knowing what their purpose was.  Upon research I learned that they are commonly used as a gun rack. After a quick coat of black paint both A and I agree that the look quite hilarious holding my rifles to the wall.

I love how the trophies add to the cabin feel of the house. 

 Dad's older Winchester 30-30 and my current Savage Arms 22 LR

I do believe we have become quite hick.