I know exactly what you felt like Markham.

Every autumn, my Dad and I go hunting in northern Québec. "In the middle of nowhere" is a good description of where we head.

There is one path we travel that separates about two kilometres into the woods. I love to take the southern path because about a kilometre in, there is a plateau of bare stones. I feel awed in this open space in the middle of dense forest.

It may be nice to go back to civilisation, but I do enjoy this yearly retreat.

Is this an outing you’d repeat?