What I wanted to say is the world is going to hell in a handbasket, but the truth is, it's probably just me.
If it's possible, and COVID decides to play nice by the end of the year, and seeing it's the only time we can go away, as we live in the southern hemisphere, it seems logical to go north.
OK, that's probably not as rational as it sounded in my head a few seconds ago, because where we're planning to go it's about minus 16 degrees.
Where on earth could it be that cold, other than the north pole? Lake Louise. Canada. Somewhere up in those snow peaked mountains.
Why do we want to go there?
Because it's there. Because we been there before and it literally took our breath away (notwithstanding the severe cold). And, no doubt after we've been there in the dead of winter, we might have decided we won't want to go back? Who knows.
But...
Oh, yes, there's a but...
I need some good background for a story I'm writing, and if you're going to do the winter thing, or the white Christmas thing, when your Christmases are usually 40 degrees Celsius in the shade, then Canada is the place to do it.
Aside from the fact, we might run into Detective Murdoch (from Murdoch Mysteries) in Toronto, and, definitely, the Maple Leafs, yes, I can see myself saying 'go leafs go', whilst sipping on a large glass of Molsen beer.
Then, perhaps we'll go to New York for a week. Perhaps everything will be still shut down, but maybe not. Hopefully, there will be snow in Central Park, or, if not, the squirrels, and if not them, perhaps a movie star or two walking their dog.
One can always hope.
And COVID doesn't decide to mess everything up!!
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