A Québécois winter

I think it's safe to write about winter now that April is nearly over. But I could be wrong - living in Québec City, I've seen more winter than any other place I've lived. And I loved it. 

Besides walking in the evenings while the snow fell heavily, I spent a good amount of time snowboarding (Mont Ste Anne, Le Massif, Tremblant) which had become rare for me in the last years having lived in Ontario and Nova Scotia. I spent a some evenings taking turns around a nearby speed-skating oval. I'm no pro but the speed makes me grin, every time.

This winter my guest book welcomed several signatures, my wool socks got well-used (and soaked at times), my small emergency car-shovel nearly busted under duress, my personal knowledge of poutine expanded, and my kettle became a constant companion.

Here, some photos: 

The view from the top of Le Massif in Charlevoix. That's the St. Lawrence river.

Out the gondola window ascending Le Massif.

Vieux Québec

Amongst the huts on the St. Lawrence

Rewarding soup stop at the top of Mont du Lac des Cygnes, Charlevoix

Montmorency Falls. Taller than Niagara.