I grew up on the Canadian Prairies and I like to tell people that it is just like Nebraska - but without the scenery. 😀

So every year at Christmas, my dad and I would take a trip out West to go skiing. All of the trips are memorable but the one that stands out for me was the trip to Big Mountain, just outside of Whitefish Montana.

It was cold but not bitterly so and the hoar frost on all the pines at the peak was beautiful to look it.

I've been in love with Montana since then.

“Between every two pine trees there is a door leading to a new way of life.” (John Muir)

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