This is the hill above Fort Assiniboine, Alberta. It's been cut down some over the years and the bottom curve's been smoothed out, but those are minor changes. It's still the hill I rode down every morning when I went to school and the hill we took to get anywhere that requited going through the Fort.
Something about this descent calms me. I look out over the vast green forest, gaze at the sure steady flow of the Athabasca River, and let my eyes rest on the faraway rise to the south and it could be any year, any season. Time has ceased. I am any age and every age, but mostly I am young again. As I look out over this scene and into the village I am reminded that anything is possible.