Cool Crisp Canadian Air

Today I golfed at Jardin des Sables, in the shadow of my beloved Mt. Orford. A polar front had come through over night and the sky was the deepest blue...it was clean and every tree and blade of grass was standing out in maximum contrast. Fluffy white fair weather clouds sailed by on the back of the north wind. The Hot June Sun had free reign to bake us....yet with dessert like dryness not a drop of sweat formed.. It was comfortable...

Each breath quenched the deep recess of my lungs....I couldn't get enough of the cool clear air into my lungs......and as the night fell....icy tendrils of early summer frost began to reach out from the shadows...Smoke from the campfire rose and then moved horizontally trapped in the rapidly cooling inversion layer.....

and in the distance Mt. Orford loomed closer in the clear Canadian twilight......

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