Diablo River - Quebec

We spent the past week at Mont Tremblant, west of Montreal in Quebec. Most mornings were devoted to the bustle, noise and thrill of downhill skiing. Many afternoons we walked or cross-country skied in the nearby woods.

I loved skiing beside, and then across the Diablo River. There were huge plates of ice piled along the sides of the river, remnants of an earlier deep freeze that had filled the river with thick ice. A subsequent thaw and rain had swollen the river, thrusting the thick ice aside. Now, new ice was forming on the river, but because the cold was less severe and the force of the water substantial, pieces were breaking off and floating downstream, wearing layers of white from recent snowfalls.

The downhill skiing was lots of fun. But re-entering our busy lives, I find myself holding on to the quiet moments from vacation.