home sweet home away from home

his is a view I hope to become accustomed to in the years ahead. But not too accustomed to. Not so accustomed that I yawn and think "whatever" or sigh and say "it's nice but I've seen better" or roll my eyes and reply "sure, if you're into the mountainous glory sort of thing". For on this site shall someday be a home. A home somewhere on a forgotten hill in British Columbia. A home that will collect Hilmans and other various ragamuffins who feel like family. Mark's parents thought children and grandchildren and all the etceteras that come alongside prolific descendants might like a place to gather in the woods to ski, to après-ski, to hike and to bonfire, to argue and eat at each other. And guess what? We most gratefully would!