It might be because my first experiences of the Gatineau Park were skiing as a young child with the family. Or maybe its simply because it feels such a long time since the last ski season. Regardless, there is something so special about the first ski. I realized this week that it feels like ‘coming home’ when I’ve got my feet in my skis. It feels like, here I am again, where I’m supposed to be. My body sighs contentedly. And the first ski never is very much because I’ve discovered (finally) that it works best if I pace myself. So a short ski on the North Loop is all that’s needed for the first ski.
Here’s a lovely winter scene taken from the Parkway.
