Montreal, the city where my parents and two youngest siblings moved in the seventies…a home visited over the years…the place where both my parents died.
One of our first Montreal excursions was to the top of Mount Royal where there is a giant cross. It was a hot, sweaty ascent on a summer day.
my old photo shows
wildflowers on the edge
Day 14 of Frank Tassone’s November with Basho’s Narrow Road to the Interior inspired me to think about climbing.