Val-David

I’ve been helping doing renovations to a “cabin” (it’s actually a house, don’t know why they call it a cabin — probably the old connotations) in Val-David, a place about one hour’s drive north from Montreal. It’s a big ski area in the winter.

At any rate, I tried to summon what creative energy I could come up with. Plumbing or fixing doors is not my forte (by the way, just in passing, that word is not pronounced “fortay” but actually “fort,” but I digress) so I volunteered for the painting. I used to paint houses in my youth.

To my surprise, it all came back to me (well, it’s not neurosurgery) and it was unbelievable fun. Rollering a wall and smelling those latex fumes is, well, a gas.

I didn’t finish the room and I look so forward to going back to Val-David as soon as possible.

At night it is as black as a coffin and there are millions of stars. I’d forgotten about stars. (They’re those funny lights above your heads sometimes. Sometimes, if you’re like me and live in a big city).

And quiet as the grave.

I’ll try to take pictures for next time. The one below is from the perch at the end of that crazy climb.