In Quebec city

I guess I spoke too soon when I told you I wasn’t going to be able to see Avengers. Jury’s still out on whether or not I will wastefully spend money and go eat popcorn and stuff; but for the record, I have dropped south along the St. Lawrence River, and washed up in the oldest part of Quebec City.

Brightness, 2.12.

Mmk. Food is in my stomach. We continue. Here are two important pieces of background information, one involving winter hiking, and the other about Quebec trails.

Now, at the risk of making you nervous, I am going to say that snowshoeing on top of streams…

Brightness, 2.0.

Dear humans and crustaceans,

Look at these cool rocks I found. Ok, fine. Really I’m just trying to distract you, because I’ve been procrastinating for about a week and a half on writing this story. It is important (I think) when you’re creating a thing, like writing or music…

Yeeesh Maweesh

Yeeeesh. Slow going here, kids. At least it’s pretty. Look at it. These pictures were brought to you with much losing the trail, slogging through deep wet snow, being rained on, pack frame breaking, inflatable pad deflating forever, holes generating in…