So the big, cross-country move is underway (my excuse for not posting the last couple days).
We packed the car - with not an inch to spare - and set out yesterday morning. The day was bright and cloudless, and the mountains loomed large. Winding our way through the twisted mountain passes, we were surprised by flat, crystal lakes, snowy peaks in the distance, hidden valleys of lush farmland.
When we left B.C., the cherry blossoms rained confetti-like petals over our car (a gesture of farewell?) and we walked in flip-flops over green grass.
Then came Banff. And the snow.
We looked at ourselves in shorts and tshirts, passing cars with Alberta license plates. The drivers wore toques and winter jackets, and looked at us like we were crazy.
My husband's foot eased up on the gas pedal. "Want to go back?" he asked.
I stared out into the white, considering.
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