Mountain Springs Resort and Conference Centre
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- Shuttle bus service
- Swimming pool
- Wheelchair accessibility
- Business Services
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... slowly on the village streets, hauling open doors in pure relief when even short journeys were successfully completed. I know the winter was fierce today, for even the Canadians seemed a bit shocked by it, shaking their heads and muttering darkly. One man told me mournfully of a few homeless people who had died of exposure on the streets of Toronto last night. All was quiet, the wind howled, the weight of the snow creaked and groaned. A ...
... was nevertheless shocking. It was very painful. Skiing was okay. Picking up the rentals went fine and it was nice to hang out with my housemates outside the house for once. We were quite excited by the time we got to the circuit. Bit of a panic trying to ski up a tiny hill in a ridiculous way, and I wanted to cry for failing absolutely at the first hurdle, but somehow managed to stay upright. After this hiccup, my old lessons kicked in and we made ...
... for a bit of chat, but only when there was a lull in the noisy frivolities. My voice I think must have once been a lot stronger than it is now, for I struggle to be heard in crowds and clubs and parties these days, falling back on a happy head bop as an alternative form of conversational facilitator. It is unsurprising, I guess, for I did take the conscious decision a few years ago to master the art of serene speaking, though this has not set me in good stead since coming ...
... the occasional guilty banana or apple, a sorry state of culinary affairs that has been going on since I arrived at Blue Mountain. (Endless cups of coffee are perhaps the only continuity with back home, but this is more the markings of a true, intellectualised addict rather than a habit of homesickness or health). But not all cravings are so easily identifiable as a runner's thirsting for salt. For example, I was craving something yesterday evening ...
... contemplating an outdoor afternoon run while the Canadian winter continues to be fairly tame here- but oh god, the sight of the overflowing bin boxes nearly sent me packing straight back to bed. Yesterday was also good due to a much-needed photography binge capturing the ice sculptures that have popped up on every street corner in Collingwood. (Collingwood is also a town of music, I have realised. They have speakers on random streetlights, which leak songs in ...