I used to go to Gatineau Park a lot more. When we lived in Hull it was just so easy to hop in the car and drive to one of the many trails. But I've noticed that we do that a lot less these days.
Part of the reason is that there are just so many decent trails on the Ottawa side of the river. They aren't as epic as the ones on the Quebec side, but often they are much easier to get to.
Still, sometimes, I am reminded just how amazing the area just across the border is and how close we are to some pretty amazing activities. For example, on a last minute whim this past weekend, Margot and her cousin N, decided to go night skiing at Camp Fortune. It was the last weekend for night skiing (and, with the way things are heating up around here, probably any skiing), so we didn't want to miss it.
Even though it can feel like you are really driving into the wilderness when you go into Gatineau Park, with lots of craggy rocks and snow covered trees, it's actually only 25-minutes from our door to the slopes - that's pretty good!
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| It was still light when we dropped the kids off |
Of course, Margot being a responsible kid, stuck to the easy beginner slopes....
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| Not my best photo. Just had time to snap Margot zipping down (on the right) |
...NOT! Of course she tried out the Black Diamonds!
Luckily, she's pretty good at ski camp all week so she redeemed herself pretty well. Meanwhile, Glosette Girl and I chilled out at the Biscotti & cie cafe in Old Chelsea, which is a cute nearby village.
Yup, we certainty are sometimes spoiled for choice around here.
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