A White Christmas

As a Canadian, I am usually so proud and inspired when I hear or go through about individuals in fact enjoying the tortuous winter problems the country has to provide. I feel it´s good that they can appear at Canada´s climate with optimism, even if I can´t.

So, if three feet of snow, -30ºC and nature towering above you are what you need to have this Christmas, then Skoki Lodge, located just outdoors of Banff, Alberta, may just be the spot for you. Built in the 1930´s as a ski-retreat, the lodge has not lost its rustic charm: no electricity, no running water, no world-wide-web.

Ranked as Canada´s highest lodging in any of its national parks, trying to use one´s cell cell phone is futile. It is no easy feat to access the Skoki, both. 1 has to hike or cross-country ski the 11kms of ungroomed trails starting from the Lake Louise ski-hill. Nonetheless, at the end of the trip, you would undoubtedly working experience such a sense of accomplishment.

As ecotourism increases, I have no doubts in my thoughts that house-sweet-residence is going to turn out to be a haven for the courageous traveler. It´s a gorgeous nation, vast and trying, but you will truly feel proud to say: ¨I survived a Canadian winter.” Now, there are much more choices to knowledge Canadian wilderness than ever before, specially on the Westside.

Despite the fact that I have never ever been to Banff myself, individuals continue to keep telling me about its grandiose beauty. It´s on my list of destinations to take a look at, but perhaps in the summer season.

So, if you are surrounded by palm trees, sandy beaches and are dreaming of a white Christmas, most of Canada is already covered. Just as an additional bonus, I was also informed that Santa Claus lives in the North Pole, Canada. Postal Code: HOH OHO.

For a full article on Blair Cosgrove´s Christmas experience at the Skoki Lodge.

By Brit Weaver

About the Author

Toronto born and based mostly, Brit is an avid leisure cyclist, coffee drinker and beneath-a-tree park-ist. She typically finds herself meandering foreign cities on the lookout for street eats to nibble, trees to climb, a patch of grass to sit on, or a compact bookstore to sift by way of. You can discover her musing existence on her individual blog site, TheBubblesAreDead.wordpress.com.