Every Burns Night, I find myself thinking back to 1998 and my trip to Scotland. Shortly after arriving in Glasgow, I embarked on a 4-day hike along the last half of the West Highland Way, from Bridge of Orchy to Fort William. Almost every other hiker we saw was having their gear trucked from hotel to hotel, but we carried our packs and tent across the moors up and down the passes of the highlands. It was a tiring, amazing experience through a beautiful landscape.
Tonight I made a very simple version of Cock-a-leekie soup and bannock. The kids and I ate a comforting meal, listened to The Tannahill Weavers and talked about visiting Scotland to do a little camping, hiking and exploring. My son had two bowls of soup, my daughter said she loved the music and I have no doubt they would both enjoy Scotland. I love dreaming with my kids.
Every year, friends of ours organize a group trip to Manning Provincial Park, a mountain park of over 70,000 hectares just a few hours east of Vancouver. It’s a winter wonderland with downhill skiing, nordic skiing, snowshoeing, skating, tobogganing… add a cabin, good friends, food, drink and you can start to see why we go every year.
One big advantage of living is Vancouver is the ability to go from house to forest in about 20 minutes. Yesterday we went for a short walk in Lynn Valley, next to the Lower Seymour Conservation Reserve. It was a cool, drizzly, grey day—a picture-perfect example of winter in the Pacific Northwest.