Now I have to tell you about one of the very best days of my entire life. I slept in, got up,
went back to bed (why not?), got up (again), then decided: It's Mountain Time. There are no words to accurately describe the feeling I had while climbing the mountain. I'll just say that the sunlight was perhaps the prettiest I've ever seen, the leaves are all perfect Fall colors, and everything smelled good. I heard there are two beautiful cemeteries somewhere on the mountain, but as I was walking towards them, I heard myself think, "Why would I want to see dead people when I'm feeling so alive?" So, I went another direction. I know it sounds silly, and not nearly as silly as if I confessed to you
that I was singing "Born Free" to myself during my ascent, but I felt truly, truly happy all day long.At the top of the mountain, they have what they call "The Chalet," which is perhaps the prettiest rest stop/scenic outlook on the planet. And they sell poutine. I decided this would be the perfect location for me to try poutine for the first time. I'll admit it looks terrible, and I don't normally even like things that are all "together" like that (I'm a total "on the side" person)...but poutine is good.
Here are pictures of 10,000 trees and a couple of me from my wonderful day.
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