A Night to Remember

Every year we start our new years evening with a horse drawn sleigh ride into the backwoods. We sip mulled wine while slowly freezing.  Halfway into the ride all feeling to limbs cease.  The woods are pitch black and as we venture deeper and deeper you cannot help but think of all the cougar sightings in the area. (And we are talking about the 100+ lbs cat here.) It is freaky.  But the sky is clear and the stars always majestic.  We stop at a remote log cabin for reasons that remain unclear - perhaps only because we can.  It is so remote, and so deep within the woods that one can't help but ponder if an axe murderer is lurking quietly behind the door. 

When we return to the village we are barely able to walk, our faces frozen into a perma grin.  Then we head to our next stop.  Elated to be within a heated building and regain feeling to our arms and legs - we slowly start to strip off the various fleece and thermal layers until we get on down to the more appropriate festive evening attire.

I am not sure whether we are all ecstatic that we once again survived the sub zero climate while also avoiding all the evil that lurks in the deep woodland - but it sort of sets the tone for the evening. It is always an evening to remember.  It starts with freezing in the Canadian mountains and ends on the dance floor.

No matter how you decide to ring in the new year, and to those who already have - I wish you and yours all the best for 2013.  May this be the year all your hopes and dreams come true..

And...although not a Canadian tune - I cannot think of a more appropriate tune for tonight.