You know a movie is really good if you can watch it more than once and still discover new twists in the plot. Whistler Mountain is a bit like that. I’m not talking about the village here – that’s just a spot on a map where lots of people gather from time to time. I’m talking about the mountain itself.
“Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less travelled by,
And that has made all the difference.”
“He who regards the wind will not sow, he who regards the clouds will not reap”, or, as one of my golfing mates says, “no risk, no reward”.
As Julius Caesar’s wife Cornelia famously said “Veni, Vidi, Ca-ching-icci”, which translates into “I came, I saw, I spent much.” She must have been to Banff.
Come see the waters
Crashing down becoming mist
Flowing to the sea.
I’ve never written a Haiku poem before. We’ve never been to Niagara Falls before. Both are more complex than they seem.
Our French is pretty limited, so we ask the hotel guy to book us a cab to the car rental depot. He orders a cab to the airport instead, because “Personne n’est assez stupide pour conduire de Montréal à Niagara Falls!” (literally “nobody is stupid enough to drive from Montreal to Niagara Falls!”)
Montreal hasn’t moved me. In fact, between roadworks and street closures, nobody else seems to be moving either.