I find his openness and vulnerability charming, and reflect how hard it must be to be a Frenchman, bound by language, history and custom; living in a foreign city like Toronto, offered a job he can’t refuse, or joining a girlfriend likewise promoted, but, in his heart, sorely missing home.
Sunday Besides scenery that is unique to the area, Naomi and I also found that southern Utah is different in another area: some places are actually closed on Sundays! Or at least, with some stores, part of Sunday. Southern Utah has a high percentage of Mormons and the owners of these supermarkets… Continue reading This, That & the Other
It’s a Mechaye! One of the first expressions that I learned from my wife many moons ago (we were still dating) was “It’s a Mechaye!” (pronounced “Mech” – like you’re gargling, plus “a-yeh”.) It’s a Yiddish expression that roughly means “It’s a pleasure”. “Roughly”, because many experiences are pleasurable, but mechaye connotes a great-sense-of-relief-type-of-pleasure following… Continue reading It’s a Mechaye!
The acrid stink is palpable, bitter and unsettling, not that we’re not used to it, because we love cycling the Mississquoi Valley Rail Trail, even if it sometimes can be a malodorous experience.
We were an hour or so into our hike – Day One of a ten day hiking trip in southern Utah – and we were already facing a serious dilemma. Before us was a steep rocky face we would have to go down. That, or turn back to our hike’s beginning, something we didn’t want… Continue reading Decision Time
“Well we made it,” I joked. “To the top of Everest.” The sun reflected glaringly off the snowy hills. I hadn’t missed my shades too much in the forest but it was a blinding brightness out in the open. We had just completed a snowshoe hike in our favourite hiking spot a few miles from… Continue reading To the Top and Back Again
As we drive into Sutton, part of my subconscious scowls at the way things are changing. I see beauty around me, the leaves turning scarlet and bright orange, but deep within I cannot accept with wholehearted acceptance the loss of my beloved summer.