I see a wisp of ‘steam’ rising from the snow. A very non-right brain word from my distant past pops into my head: sublimation.
The week of work is over and it was far from drudgery. What a luxury to be able to say that the work was a welcome diversion from the usual agenda.
It’s 7 degrees (still minus!) with sunny blue skies and great snow conditions--perfect ski days like this don’t come often. I ski a few kilometres before heading back to Thunder Bay. I even attempt a few strokes of skate skiing. I think I’ve mastered the Kemuel loop. Note to myself: time to check out the next level of trails.
I drive back to Thunder Bay. I have travelled along this road so many times in the past 6 years--206 kilometres of trees and lakes with the odd signpost to break the monotony of so much beauty. I listen to an audiobook. I have learned that the hypnotic words detailing a day in the life of Mrs. Dalloway does not mix with driving. Not all classic lit are good sleeping aids though. Alexandre Dumas’ Count of Monte Cristo or Dickens’ A Tale of Two Cities are best appreciated aloud.
I take the shortcut bypassing Kakabeka Falls, the Niagara of the north. Louise has dinner waiting. Louise used to run the McVicar Manor B&B. She makes great breakfasts, all served with a huge dose of hospitality. I opt for a room in her home over the jacuzzi tub at the manor. Today, I am in for a treat. She serves Morrocan chickpea soup and Greek salad as starters. The meal should have stopped there, but she continued with the baked rutabaga fries and vegetarian burger with a ricotta based aioli. I wolfed the lot down, ignoring all signals of satiety.
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