Well, since I don't really have any reason in particular for not posting in more than a month, I'm going to ignore that fact completely.

I've just returned home from my most beloved place in Newfoundland; the west cost of the island.

I had remembered it as being an unspoiled place where it was troubling just how easy it was to get lost in the surroundings; green mountains looming on all sides, rivers, wildlife, and the total absence of anyone annoying and otherwise.

Luckily none of that has suddenly changed. However, I was somewhat surprised to see that a British invasion was well underway. Literally 200+ luxury homes have "sprung" up along the Humber river. They dot the shadows of the mountains in tight clusters, having appeared as quickly as one might expect mushrooms to suddenly grow from nothing.

I was awe struck to see it, homes rivaling and exceeding the value of anything in "town" with price tags pushing $2 million.

Well, it's nice to hear the British accents on the ski hill. It adds a certain measure of Classiness to the screams of people as they rush passed out of control, crashing ahead into eruptions of white powder.

Almost hurts to be over...
...actually, it does hurt.