February 16, 2014


This past weekend I became a true Canadian and went skiing for the first time.

This picture is by far my favourite of the bunch. The light was extraordinary the entire day, something which I really miss enjoying when I'm in the city.

Don't get me wrong, I love the city, but every now and again I envy those who get to experience natural beauty like that everyday.

Back to the skiing, since my family is not exactly the sporty (or winter) type, I spent the day with my 'adoptive family.' 

I've mentioned Ellen as my absolute best friend quite a few times now, but I'm also extremely close with her family...I've actually come to not so secretly call her mum, Clare, my bestie. 

They're some of the kindest people I've ever met and gladly welcomed me to their family outing to Horseshoe Valley.

From left to right that's Clare, Ellen, Oscar (Ellen's brother), and me. Somehow Oscar is five years younger than me and already taller...not okay!

Anyways, back to Horseshoe Valley, I don't exactly have much to compare it to, but I have to say it was the perfect place to start my skiing experience.

The staff are extremely friendly and helpful, there's a couple of little cafes and restaurants to warm you up in between runs, and for the experience you get, the prices are to die for.

All in all it ended up being about $100 for an afternoon pass (1-10), a lift pass, and ski, boot, and helmet rentals. 

I started out on the bunny hill and almost peed myself as I zoomed down, unable to turn to slow down. Luckily no small children were hurt in the making of this blog post.

Next, I tried the lift up to the bunny hill and could not figure out how to get off without sliding down on my butt. At least I was laughing at myself along with everyone else.

By the third bunny hill run, I had gotten the hang of it and it was time to move on to the next challenge....Donkey Serenade.

Yes, there is a hill called Donkey Serenade.

You can see why Clare is my favourite person in the whole world...

We took the wrong lift the first time up and ended up having to go down what I've named the 'Hill of Death' to get to Donkey Serenade, in which I completely somersaulted and lost both skis on the way down.


The next time we found a much more scenic route to the hill

This picture does not do it justice. The sun slowly going down was one of the prettiest sights I'd ever seen.

The third run, I finally didn't wipe out. Hurrah! 

By our last run of the day, the sky was absolutely beautiful. Even though my fingertips felt like they had frostbite it was well worth it to capture this moment at the top of the hill.

I finished off on the most spectacular note, zooming my way down, swiftly passing by Clare and Ellen and feeling as if I was ready to take on Alex Bilodeau. (Maybe next time...).

My inexperience re-emerged as I got lost on the way back in and luckily one of the many laid back staff members took pity and helped me return my boots and skis. 

On the way back we snuggled up in fuzzy blankets and watched the last bit of the sun disappear.

I'm so sad to have started skiing so late in my life and in the season because this day is now by far my favourite winter memory.

My legs (more like entire body)woke up quite sore the next morning, but it was well worth it to have finally experienced this bit of Canada.

Love, Milly


  1. Beautiful sky photos!!! woweeee!

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  2. The colours are amazing! Super sweet photos :) I am no good at any snow sports - www.dancingthroughsunday.typepad.com

  3. Beautiful sunset pictures! Oh and how I would love to go skiing or snowboarding!