When I am not working with technology, I can often be found in the backcountry; always happiest in the presence of mountains. In 2014 I successfully completed a thru-hike of the Appalachian Trail with my three kids. I am the founder and principal developer of Outsideways. Husband of @reneetougas, and father of @celine, @mypictograph and @brienne.
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On day 2 of our Stratton Maine trip we took a break from skiing and did something we haven't done in a very long time - snowshoeing. I can't remember snowshoeing being this much fun. The last time we did it I thought it was kind of boring and a lot of work. I think today has significantly shifted my opinion.
This weekend we are in Maine staying with our friends in their cabin to play in the snow around Stratton. Today we had an almost perfect day, the weather was warm, there was hardly a cloud in the sky, and (despite several blisters) everyone finished with a smile on their face. It is so nice to be back in the Maine woods again, they feel like home to us.
A forest of skis.
This is the scene that has greeted us outside or door this week. A scene that gives me great satisfaction to see every time I walk outside. Inside, on a chalk board is written the following:
Les règles du chalet:
I am happy to say that we have followed the rules, to the best of our abilities.
So my goal of skiing up the mountain every day didn't happen yesterday. Amongst the attempts to get some work done intermingled with the coming and goings of friends, and a fantastic dinner with another friend, skiing took a back seat.
Today however, @mypictograph, @celine, and myself managed to make it out for an afternoon jaunt up the mountain. This would be the second time up for this young man, the first being when he carried his younger sisters (@brienne) snowboard up for her earlier in the day.
When we first started #onedayaweek with our kids, it was our goal to ensure they were tired out by the end of the day. These days, especially with this guy, it is pretty hard to tire him out... he just eats more food and is ready to go again.
This week we are back in our old stomping grounds... New Richmond QC, on the beautiful Gaspe Peninsula. We are taking a bit of a working vacation, visiting friends, enjoying the fresh air and the outdoors, and getting in whatever we can for skiing while maintaining a day job.
This afternoon a good friend of ours came to visit and we skinned up Pin Rouge - the local ski hill (closed during the weekdays). The weather was fabulous, with great spring skiing conditions... in February. We won't dwell on it being too early for weather like this... we will accept it for what it was - fun playtime in the snow.
The best part is, this is just out our back door, so I expect to be doing this daily for the next few days - weather permitting.
In this photo: @mypictograph and our friend Claude.
Getting out the door this morning started with a lot of resistance. In fact, the resistance started last night, at the end of a long day. The prospects of getting up early to make lunch, pack gear, and get everyone in the car at a respectable hour were daunting for a few of our tribe members.
If there is one thing we learned early on, it's that getting out the door is often the hardest part. Once you have done the hard work of taking those first steps, you almost never regret it. In fact, sometimes it is the times when there is the most resistance, that you actually need it the most.
In this photo: @reneetougas stares down the face of a black/double-black run - when did you start to like those? I am not complaining!
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