There is a place not too far from here that is like mountains, and smells like mountains but are not mountains. They are, however, the closest thing to mountains we have without driving a lot of hours to get to the actual mountains. It is actually one of my favourite places to go in the summer, and I went to a camp there every summer for a lot of years. The hills are beautiful in the summer, and, as I said, look and smell like mountains. In fact, a few years ago some friends and I went to Jasper and when we were setting up the tent and looking around, we thought, we drove all those hours to get to a place exactly like the one near home, except with actual mountains.
Today our church youth group went on a ski trip to the hills, and I drove one of the vehicles. I hadn’t been up there in winter in quite a few years and I had forgotten how nice it was in the winter too. It was a lovely day. No wind, not excessively cold, not too warm (which causes ice on the runs; not fun) and a light snow fell all day. Excellent for being outside all day.