Cabin in the woods

Can you think of something more Canadian then spending time at a cabin in the woods? There is just something about a winter vacation that reminds me of my childhood. Every year, my family rented a cottage in Mont-Tremblant during the holidays. I remember the piercing cold January air, the blanket of snow on pine trees and all the excitement.I also remember a spontaneous day we drove out of town and decided to stay overnight after we got there. We hadn't brought anything at all. How my parents managed to be spontaneous like that while raising five kids still blows my mind. It was time to hunt for the essentials. We got free sponge Bob square pants t-shirts at a stand. We had found pyjamas. I remember documenting that trip with my new Walmart film camera. I was twelve when my obsession over remembering/documenting times like these started. It hasn't stopped ever since.I'm so happy I have the equivalent of that tradition in my adult life. We spent the weekend with friends by the fire. We played board games and getting lost in the woods. It was simply perfect and I can't wait until next year.This last photo was taken by my husband Jordan.