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Sometimes I forget how hard it is to perform the simplest of tasks when one is ill. I’ve been a little under the weather lately.

Friday was the annual Snowshoe-up-the-cabin day, it was a miserably cold and rainy day downtown and I almost didn’t go but I’m glad I did because being up in the mountains definitely did me some good even if it didn’t cure me of my ailment.

Nature surely is amazing; in less than thirty minutes, the gloom and perpetual rain of Vancouver was behind us and we were in this wondrous winter wonderland – it was like we’d come thousands of miles to a new country.

The trek up to the cabin reminded me of my mother who believes the best thing to do when you’re sick is to keep moving.