Growing up in Alberta, I had the opportunity to take frequent trips to the Rockies since it was only a few hours drive away to Jasper. My dad always loved driving to the mountains (my mom would read a book in the car to avoid her vertigo) so it was a trip we would make at least once every summer.
After moving to Ontario, one of the things I missed most was being such a short drive away from snow capped peaks, rushing waterfalls, and roads blocked by big horned sheep. Of course, this was an experience I wanted to share with Randolph.
After bringing up the idea of a West coast road trip through the Rockies for our first big trip together, Randolph wondered why I had this need to go back to Alberta to see mountains. “We have mountains in Ontario.” I laughed at him. He would soon learn why I call Blue Mountain a hill.