Myself and Mr. Ellis having a pint at Le Petit Caribou after a long day of riding.

Adam Ellis happy to be heading to Mont. Tremblant for the day.

Mr. Ellis coppin' some air (Tremblant).

Myself at the top of the glades (Tremblant).

Myself in the glades 2.

Myself in the glades 3

Mr. Ellis creates his own trail through the woods.

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Pay Per View

Forget waldo, where's Charlie?

The village at Mont. Tremblant.

The sun rising on the way to the mountain.

Mahari (left) and Domas (right). The guys in the kitchen at Elgin Street Diner.

Charlie going up the lift on the southside of Mont. Tremblant.

Monte and Danielle on the chairlift at Mont. Tremblant.

Monte and Danielle on the hill at Mont. Tremblant, last run.

This is the bridge where Bank street crosses the canal. A Glassy morning for a skate.

Dave @ Camp Fortune

Adam @ Camp Fortune

Skating On The Rideau Canal

Our thoughts are the epochs in our lives, all else is but as a journal of the winds that blew while we were here. -Henry David Thoreau

Gumption

If you tremble indignation at every injustice then you are a comrade of mine. - Ernesto Che Guevara

Insight

Ring the bells that still can ring. Forget your perfect offering. There is a crack in everything. That's how the light gets in.
-Leonard Cohen