A weekend in Invermere
Another weekend on the road
(my favourite kind of weekend)
I'm a big fan of last-minute weekend getaways to snowy mountain towns. Big fan! The combination of spontaneity and winding roads makes me feel all kinds of satisfaction and freedom at the same time. It's inspiring, really, to be able to take off on a whim. Drive through the dark to wake up surrounded by mountain peaks.
Two weeks ago we decided on Wednesday, booked our hotel on Thursday, and packed the car on Friday. We set the GPS for Copper Point Resort in Invermere, British Columbia, and drove into the snow. We spent the weekend exploring and relaxing. I wrote while Nate skied, and we ended our days in the outdoor hot tub watching the sun slip behind the mountains. We walked the pup on the frozen Windermere Lake, stopped by Arrowhead Brewery, and napped after brunch. It was quite literally perfect.
Savour the quiet moments
On my Instagram, I asked if anyone else likes looking at houses in new places. Not just in passing, but really looking. I love to look at houses wherever we go. Gathering ideas. Imagining what it might feel like to live in that spot. Reveling in the inspiration. This one is the cozy guard keeping watch over the frozen beach at Windermere Lake. We walked the steps down to the beach at the end of this road.
I live for quiet moments like these. I've been thinking a lot about energy and how I spend it. It's giving time and effort and thought and love, and—in my opinion—it's worth more than money. It's a currency that crosses borders. I've though about the energy I've wasted, the energy I've let some take without realizing, and where I want to focus my funds in the future. It's in moments like these. Quiet ones. Slow ones. Present ones. Ones that make us feel something more than the busyness of day-to-day. It's walking through the snow holding hands and talking about what we think our lives will look like next week, next year. It's listing our favourite houses. Favourite trails. Favourite views.
Just on the other side of this house we walked under a bird nest. Lucky for us, he spread his wings shortly after we noticed his quiet perch. Fleeting moments are on my list of Things I Live For too. Slow living. Creative living. Seeing brilliance in something as small as a bird's wings.
This place looks fun. We spotted this house in the dark for the first time, but it was late and we didn't know what we were looking at, so we continued to Invermere without a second look. On the way back, we pulled over in Radium to see these carvings up close. The House of A Thousand Faces is home to an artist named Rolph, his flock of goats, and his art. He charges visitors $2 to see his studio. "Open when I feel like it." We didn't visit this time, but next time we're going to knock to see if he's home.
the road to nowhere
One of my favourite parts of a road trip is the time actually spent on the road. Snacks. Songs. Winding roads and conversations that blend together. Driving to a new place and walking the pup around the neighbourhood are when we have time to talk about the good stuff. I curl up in the passenger seat (because I'm incapable of sitting like a normal person in a car). Champ sleeps behind us. Coffee, you, me, and the road.
Invermere is just over three hours from our front gate. Head towards Lake Louise on the Trans Canada, but leave the pack at Kootenay Highway. There's nothing but mountains until the Radium Hot Springs—my kind of scenic drive a bit off the beaten path.
It feels wrong to complain about views this nice, but since moving to Calgary we've been a little spoiled. I know that endless mountains were hiding behind the fog and snow we greeted at each viewpoint along the highway. Instead of the blue-green hues I've come to expect, we were standing in a hazy snow globe. I feel so lucky to live this close to perfection.
I always forget that we've never left North America. We've found our way to so many small towns, even lived in three cities, but arrived in so few via plane. We packed everything we own into a car and drove to a city that together we had spent less than 48 hours in before sending a deposit for our 500 square foot apartment downtown. Countless miles clocked, road maps dog-eared, wrong turns recalculated, and unbelievable views surprising us from around the bend. We even drove through the night once because we have a soft spot for our pup and wanted to greet him at daycare first thing in the morning (two days early). One day we'll try on a pair of wings and see where they can take us, but for now I'm happy with the roads less travelled on our tiny corner of the atlas. Last-minute getaways to sleepy mountain towns, wandering without any real direction, and losing cell service a few times while we're at it sounds like a pretty good weekend to me.
Sharing our adventures with all of you reminds me of the folk art I learned about in school. Of the people, for the people. Beautiful normalcy. A glimpse at real life. More than a highlight reel. I try to share my thoughts and feelings along with pretty pictures. I share in hopes that doing so will help us find a few more of the answers. I share for a love of creativity and to inspire creative living. If one of you is inspired to explore the world around you, work towards becoming a better version of yourself, or to find adventurous beauty in the mundane, I'll be happy.
We're currently planning another weekend in southeastern British Columbia. I'd love to hear your recommendations! I'm looking for wintery hikes, pet-friendly accommodations, and brunch spots with strong Wi-Fi and stronger coffee.