From our living room window, we can see the top of Saskatoon Mountain. When you see a glorified hill for long enough you eventually want to climb it. Amidst our winter wallowing, Celine and I decided to venture out and meander our way up. After post-holing through the windswept snowpack, we reached the top, nowhere near where I thought we would end up, but the view was lovely, regardless.

It was a quiet Sunday and the parish of nature was our choice.