The Middle of Nowhere.
An actual location, or a state of mind?
Driving for hours on end every weekend from major urban centres to resort towns.
Moving to isolated mountain towns with only one road in and out for most of the year.
Touring deep into the heart of a mountain range to spend a week at a backcountry hut.
The act of skiing almost always means getting away from the masses and surrounding yourself with nature.
A few weeks ago I was in Vancouver visiting a friend.
Spending my youth in Southern Ontario, I always had a distaste for Toronto.
I say I am now here.
That would be my middle of nowhere.
Middle of Nowhere to some.
The centre of the universe to others.
