Following a long tradition of eastern urbanites disenchanted with modernity and civilization in general, I’m going out to the frontier (or at least the closest thing one can find in the 21st century) in search of adventure and gold. Well, maybe the gold part is a little ambitious, but I swore to myself I’d learn to surf before I turned 40, so that’s what I’m gonna do. I’m also going to ride down a mountain, a real mountain (not a Mont real), on my mountain bike. That’s what it’s for, after all.
In short, I’m outta here…To Vancouver Island and Victoria and away from the hard, edgy, maddening place that is Montreal in the winter. After living here and just enduring for so many, I deserve to be spared the agony of those ungodly cold days for a change.
I’ll miss the silence of late snowy nights after the bars are closed, I’ll miss the sun glinting off of the snow-covered cityscape on a mild winter afternoon, I’ll miss the warmth that seems to grow out of every spot where people gather by a fire over a drink or two.
But new horizons beckon — the Pacific, the mountains, and trees that reach the clouds…